There were guests.
Mo Extinguishing was instantly enraged and disgusted.
A mouthful of blood surged in his chest and his hands trembled with hatred.
But what should he be resentful of?
Should he be resentful of the people who came to flip Gu Mang's sign? They were just spending money for fun.
Should he hate the Lord Wangshu? He was just following the imperial edict to humiliate a sinner.
So he could only resent Gu Mang.
Gu Mang was the one who reaped what he sowed and ended up in this state. Not only did he rot, but he also suffered with him.
Mo Xi stared at the bright red words on the sign. The red was like some kind of chronic disease that easily dyed the bottom of his eyes.
He suddenly felt that everything was so familiar, like a repeat of a nightmare.
Many years ago, in the same brothel, Gu Mang was in the room, and he was standing outside in pain.
At that time, he had just returned from a mission and heard that Gu Mang was muddle-headed after being stripped of his power by the new emperor. He even spent his days in the brothel drinking to drown his sorrows. He did not believe it.
But when he stood in the dim light like a fool, panting like a fool, passing through the sounds of the birds and pushing open the heavy sandalwood door of the room, he still saw the figure in the depths of the room.
The face was still the same, but the person seemed to be no longer the same person.
Gu Mang was lying in the depths of the soft tent, surrounded by pearls and jade. The warm smoke from the golden beasts burned inch by inch. The light green smoke rose in spirals, making everything blurry. Hearing the noise, he opened his blurry eyes and glanced at Mo Xi with his black eyes. But it was as if he could not see the anger and sadness on his old friend's face. He just chuckled.
Mo Xi felt that something in his heart was broken by Gu Mang's unrestrained smile.
"It's just a bed. I can do it with anyone. There's no need to be so serious. "At that time, Gu Mang had said this to him.
Gu Mang never cared about these things. That was why he could hold his uneasy face while panting on his bed and comfort him by saying, "It's okay. Brother Gu Mang's skin is rough and his flesh is thick. You can do whatever you want." 'If Junior Brother likes it, if Junior Brother wants it … then I can … I can use more strength …'
During those years of crazy entanglement, Gu Mang had also muttered his name absent-mindedly when he couldn't help but cry, choking and saying "I love you".
But maybe he wasn't serious.
That was why he was able to lie in a gentle and soft place with a smile on his face, not caring about the past.
He was too foolish.
Like a silly boy, he actually took those words of love in bed seriously.
"What's so great about it?"
After seeing that he had abandoned the new emperor, Gu Mang did not choose to pull himself together. Perhaps the things that Jun Shang did, the deaths of some people, had already shattered his soul. He wanted to live in a quagmire.
Sleeping gas, strong alcohol, women.
Whatever could release the most dreams, he would drown himself in it. Only in those dreams would he still be his Young Commander Gu. His comrades and hot-blooded years were never far away from him.
At this moment, faint voices came from the side rooms of Luo Mei Villa. Mo Xi only felt that he couldn't breathe. He abruptly turned and walked to the end of the corridor, panting towards the outside. Her slender fingers pinched the window lattice, and a crack appeared on the lattice.
Bastard.
The rims of Mo Xi's eyes were red. He stared silently at the long night in front of him.
These two extremely harsh words suddenly appeared in his heart. This was the first time in his life that he had thought of such a vicious word to describe someone.
Gu Mang, this bastard.
He had once thought that he understood Gu Mang very well. He had once thought that he understood Gu Mang better than anyone else. He had once been so foolish, keeping Gu Mang in his heart as the most precious person in his life.
He had once been so wooden. Gu Mang had clearly taught him that sleeping together did not mean anything. Sleeping together many times only meant that they liked each other's bodies. But he still could not help but treat the other as a lover that he would never let down. In this aspect, he was old-fashioned and stubborn. No one could change his stubborn temper.
That was why he had once trusted Gu Mang so firmly. Even when Gu Mang was later condemned by thousands of people, he still stood in the main hall of the Chong Hua palace and said to everyone — I, Mo Xi, swear on my life that Gu Mang would not betray the country.
But Gu Mang had lied to him.
Gu Mang had betrayed him.
He had betrayed his trust again and again. He had betrayed his expectations day after day.
In the end, he had even personally pierced his chest and told him that there was no turning back.
He had once thought that nothing could get worse.
Who would have thought that until now, Gu Mang would still be able to crush his already broken heart —
Before entering Luo Mei Resort, Mo Xi had actually held a tiny bit of hope in his heart. He had hoped that Gu Mang would still be that unyielding Gu Mang. He had hoped that he would lower his head and urge the powerful officials to do things, making him unhappy. If that was the case, his heart that had long been scarred by Gu Mang might still have some comfort.
But Gu Mang did not even give him this comfort.
Mo Extinguish felt that even the bones hidden in his flesh and blood were trembling with hatred, so much so that he was trembling.
Gu Mang had actually, in order to live, been willing to go to this extent … to actually …
"Bang!" The door opened.
Mo Xi's back suddenly tensed, like an eagle waiting for its prey. He did not turn his head, but he knew that the voice had come from Gu Mang's room.
Someone walked out of Gu Mang's room, cursing and swearing. He spat on the floor and walked down the stairs with heavy steps. The corridor was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol.
The guest who had left was a drunk drunkard.
Mo Xi felt more and more nauseous. He stood in the same place, trying his best to suppress the anger in his chest.
After a long while, the smell of alcohol had dissipated and could no longer be smelled. Only then did he raise his head and close his eyes. Then he slowly opened his eyes. With an almost strange calmness, he silently returned to Gu Mang's room.
He paused, lifted his black leather boots, and pushed open the carved lacquer door that had been closed not long ago.
He finally entered his room.
The room was very dark, with only an oil lamp lit. The air was still filled with the nauseating smell of alcohol. Mo Xi walked in with a sullen face. He scanned the room, but there was no one.
He scanned the room again. Halfway through, he noticed the soft sound of water behind the screen.
Gu Mang was taking a bath.
This realization hit him like a heavy blow, making him dizzy. He was about to go crazy. Blood flowed up and reddened his eyes. He bit his lip and turned his head to the side. His fingernails had already sunk into his palms. He could barely hold back his anger.
But what did Gu Mang have to do with him now?! Whether he was bullied, tortured, or even … what did it have to do with him?!
He did not know that he would be so angry. His resentment had only increased over time.
In order not to lose his composure, Mo Xi sat down at the small round table and silently closed his eyes. As he waited for Gu Mang to come out, he wondered what Gu Mang's expression would be when he saw him later.
What should he say when he saw Gu Mang later?
He gritted his teeth in silence for a long time. He did not even notice when the sound of water stopped.
It was not until another candle in the room was lit that he suddenly came back to his senses. He tilted his head and opened his eyes. He saw a young man in a white unlined shirt quietly looking at him by the lampstand. He did not know how long he had been there.
That face was still the same as in his memory.
It was just a little thinner.
For a moment, no one spoke.
The young man stood there silently. His clothes were loose, his neck was shackled, and his feet were bare. His pitch-black hair was not combed, and it hung obediently on his shoulders. It made his face pale and thin, and his eyes seemed especially bright. He had just washed himself. At this moment, his hair was dripping water from his neck, to his collarbone, and to his chest … Suddenly, it was hidden in the shadows of his clothes, and could no longer be seen, leaving only a few faint traces of wetness.
Gu Mang.
Gu Mang …
The room was terrifyingly quiet, making the sounds of the man and woman next door even more ear-piercing.
Mo Xi's eyes were still slightly red. His clenched fists were also trembling. He stared at the man, his Adam's apple moving. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Finally, he saw him again. Finally, he saw him again.
Previously, there were so many questions in his heart, but he could not think of any of them.
The only scene that flashed through his blurry eyes was the scene from many years ago on the battleship. Gu Mang's forehead was covered with the blue-gold scarf he had snatched. The blood-dripping bayonet was raised to his face. He looked at him with a complicated gaze and said, "I really will kill you."
At that time, Mo Xi felt that perhaps this was the end of the two of them.
But now, Gu Mang was standing in front of him again, his gaze deep and calm, looking at him silently.
Speaking of which, it was funny. Their enmity was so deep, but at this moment, Mo Xi was actually disappointed that he did not notice Gu Mang's appearance in time, so that he missed Gu Mang's first glance at him.
But now, Gu Mang was calm and unperturbed. It was as if he was looking at every guest who had walked into his room in the past two years, without any of the emotions that Mo Xi was familiar with.
It was actually such a peaceful reunion.
It was so peaceful that it was a little abnormal.
The two of them looked at each other for a while, then Gu Mang walked over and sat down next to Mo Xi.
Perhaps it was because such a calm action was out of Mo Mie's expectations. Even though his face remained calm, he subconsciously took a step back.
"You …"
Gu Mang suddenly picked up a bundle of small bamboo slips from the table and silently handed it to him.
Mo Xi did not know what to do, but he still took it. With the help of the weak candlelight, he opened the bamboo slips. He quickly skimmed through the contents, but felt his blood heat up and then cool down.
In the end, he closed his eyes and fiercely threw the bamboo slips on the table!
There was a loud bang.
The tranquility was shattered.
"… Gu Mang." Mo Xi stared at him, still holding back, but the lava in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. His knuckles were also cracking. "Are you f * cking crazy?"
"You have to choose."
Gu Mang opened his mouth.
After such a long time, when they met again, his first sentence was actually these three words. He could actually say it so blandly.
He picked up the bamboo slips again and handed them to Mo Xi again. "Choose one."
"What do you think I'm here for?!"
Gu Mang seemed to only know how to say this word. "Choose."
Mo Chi was so angry that he was about to ascend to the heavens. His chest heaved up and down, and his bright black eyes were filled with hostility. The redness in his eyes intensified. Anger, disappointment, hatred, and sorrow had all become the color of blood in his eyes.
He held the bundle of small bamboo slips. After a while, he threw it on the table again.
The bamboo slips were knocked open. The price of Falling Plum Villa was neatly listed on it, from chatting, drinking, to venting anger, to … to …
Mo Xi suddenly turned his gaze away.
"If you don't choose, then what should I do?"
Mo Xi was almost driven crazy by him, but he was still holding back. He was really irritable, but he was also really good at holding back. He gritted his teeth and said, "What do you mean what should I do?"
Gu Mang looked at him calmly, his eyes like an ancient well without ripples. "Didn't you come here to visit me?"
"…"
Mo Xi's face froze.
He could not believe that one day this word would fall on his head.
He even felt that his stomach was starting to cramp.
"Gu Mang, you …"
"Everyone is here to do these things." Gu Mang said, "If you don't do it, then why are you here?"
He pulled the bamboo slips over for the third time, raised them up, and unfolded them in front of Mo Xi.
"Choose, or leave."
"…"
The author has something to say: "Before and after"
Before and after —
Mo Xi: I don't care about Gu Mang.
Mo Xi: We've broken up.
Mo Xi: What does his life have to do with me?
After and after —
Mo Xi: You let me down.
Mo Xi: You abandoned me after having sex with me.
Mo Xi: If you're not serious, then why did you seduce me?!!!!
Gu Mang: … Friends, have you learned that some men, no matter how long their legs are, how handsome they are, and how good they are at work, they shouldn't casually sleep in their bed. Otherwise, it's obvious that they slept with you, but you have to take responsibility for them …
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