The core boat soared in the sky with the painting boat at the same speed, but the distance between them was very far apart. It was obvious that Murong Chuyi hated Jiang Yexue so much that he didn't even want to ride side by side with him.
At dusk, the setting sun fell into the depths of the sea of clouds, and the rays of light flowing by the boat were like rivers in the human world. Gu Mang had never seen the world, so he kept looking at the side of the boat. His blue eyes were washed by the rain, sometimes reflecting the golden crow setting in the west, and sometimes reflecting the distant mountains and rivers.
Just as he was enjoying the view, something suddenly poked his calf twice.
Gu Mang turned around, but he didn't see anyone at first glance. He looked down and saw that it was a porcelain servant who had been cast with magic and could walk. The servant's drawing was very rough. One of its eyes was high and the other was low, and its nose and mouth were squeezed together. Gu Mang found it funny and laughed out loud, "Who made this? Hahaha, it's too ugly! "
The bamboo curtain of the cabin was lifted and closed, and Jiang Yexue came out in his white robe. He sat on a wooden wheelchair with spiritual power flowing around it and said to Gu Mang, "You made it."
"…"
Looking at Gu Mang's surprised and confused expression, Jiang Yexue smiled, "It was a long time ago when you were still in the army. You saw me making clay figurines, so you wanted to make one. But you weren't very patient at that time, so you always did things on a whim. After I made half of it, you were annoyed, so you just perfunctorily drew the facial features. "
"So that's how it is …"
Gu Mang looked at the ugly terracotta. He felt a little strange when he thought about how it was made by him.
The terracotta did look a little old, and some of the paint had faded. It circled around Gu Mang, opened and closed its crooked mouth, and said clumsily, "Eat, eat."
Gu Mang felt in the depths of his sleeves and said helplessly, "I didn't bring any delicious food. Besides, you're a person made of clay, why do you want to eat?"
The ugly terracotta figure still insisted, "Eat, eat!"
Gu Mang thought to himself. Her stubbornness and frowning face was actually a little similar to Mo Xi's. However, he could only keep these thoughts to himself. Whether it was Mo Xi himself or Chong Hua's women who were infatuated with Lord Xi He, it was enough to make him suffer. Gu Mang dismissed it. "There's nothing for you to eat. Go away."
The ugly terracotta figure stretched out its small hand and tugged at him. "Eat, eat!"
Jiang Yexue laughed. "It's not asking you for food. It's asking you to go into the cabin to eat."
Gu Mang originally thought that this kind of "long journey" would only allow him to eat some dry food. He did not expect that he could actually sit down and eat. He could not help but ask curiously, "Did you cook?"
"No."
"Then forget it." Gu Mang shook his head like a rattle-drum. "The food made by Lord Xi He can't be eaten."
Jiang Yexue said, "I put a few small clay figurines like this in the core boat and cast some spells on them. The food is all cooked by them. Although it's just plain tea and plain food, but … "He paused and laughed." It's still better than the food made by Lord Xi He. "
Gu Mang was finally relieved. However, he immediately turned his head and looked at the pleasure boat in the distance. He asked, "Aren't we going to ask Xiao Long … Ahem, Mr. Murong to come and eat?"
"Uncle won't come." Jiang Yexue's expression dimmed slightly. It seemed dark and gloomy in the setting sun. He moved his fingertips slightly and the wooden wheelchair turned around and went into the cabin. "Let's go."
In the cabin, there were also two clay figurines busily serving the dishes and pouring tea. However, compared to the one made by Gu Mang, they were much better looking. They had noses and eyes, a man and a woman, charmingly naive.
The dishes on the table were indeed not the best, but they were refreshing and delicious. The tea was also refreshing and sweet. Gu Mang did not like to drink tea. Jiang Yexue also prepared a pot of warm wine.
Mo Xi said, "Don't drink too much."
Jiang Yexue said gently, "It's not easy to get drunk on fragrant snow wine. If he likes it, just let him be."
Gu Mang licked his lips and smiled innocently.
Mo Xi glanced at the wet tip of his tongue that stuck out to lick his lips. He said somewhat unhappily, "Elder Qing Xu, he is a sinner. Why do you have to treat him with the same courtesy as in the past?"
Although he said that, he still let Gu Mang do as he pleased.
Fragrant snow wine was indeed not easy to get drunk on, but wine was wine after all. Gu Mang drank too much and felt that the sweetness was very delicious. However, he still felt a little tipsy after drinking too much. In addition, the food made by the clay figurines tasted very novel. They were also the ones who filled the cabin with dishes and soup. Gu Mang stuffed three more bowls of rice than usual in order to see the clay figurines' clumsy and interesting appearance when they scooped rice for him.
After eating, they went back to their cabins to rest. Because Gu Mang's spiritual power was unstable and his spiritual power had gone berserk when he was under the Murong Lian, their nuclear ship was flying high in the sky and could not take risks. Mo Xi had to try his best to keep an eye on him at all times. Therefore, that night, Gu Mang and he slept in the same cabin.
"I'm so full …" Gu Mang held his stomach and groaned, falling head first onto the bed.
"Get up." Mo Xi was a clean freak. He grabbed him and forced him to get up. "Go take a bath before you sleep."
Gu Mang refused. "I'm not going to take a bath."
"If you're not going to take a bath, then scram to the deck and sleep on the floor."
Gu Mang hugged his quilt and prepared to sleep on the deck.
Mo Xi's sword-like eyebrows were raised in anger. He pulled him back and said sternly, "Who allowed you to go out? Lie down. "
Gu Mang sleepily said, his blue eyes like the surface of a misty lake. "Can I not take a bath?"
"No."
"Please, Lord Xi He …"
"No."
"Master."
"No."
"Princess."
"Are you purposely making me angry?"
Gu Mang pursed his lips and said pitifully, "Good junior brother …"
"…" Mo Xi gritted his teeth. "Gu Mang, wake up!"
Gu Mang's eyebrows were almost knitted together. He slowly shrank back. "I really don't want to take a bath … I don't have any strength … Why don't you help me take a bath?"
Mo Xi originally had a stern expression. He was caught off guard by Gu Mang's reply. He was suddenly at a loss for words and looked a little embarrassed.
Because of this, his authority to reprimand others was reduced by 30%.
"… Don't even think about it."
Gu Mang sighed and fell onto the bed. He sprawled out on the bed and fell into the quilt. It seemed that he planned to sleep like this. Mo Xi couldn't do anything about him. He could only go to the bathroom to take a bath and change into a clean set of clothes.
He originally thought that Gu Mang was deliberately acting shamelessly because he didn't want to take a bath. But when he came back, he saw that Gu Mang was curled up in the depths of the quilt. He was holding his stomach and frowning. He was groaning softly. His soft black hair fell on the side of his pale face.
At this time, there was no need to pretend anymore. Mo Xi was stunned for a moment and realized that he was really not feeling well. So he wiped his wet hair and walked to Gu Mang's bed. He lowered his head and asked him, "What's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell? "
Gu Mang's long eyelashes trembled and opened slightly. His blue eyes were a little watery. He glanced weakly at Mo Xi and muttered, "Yes. I ate too much … I'm too full. My stomach hurts. "
"…" Mo Xi was silent for a while and spat out a word. "You deserve it."
But he still sat down beside Gu Mang and waved at Gu Mang with a sullen face. "Get over here."
Gu Mang hesitated for a moment. He thought that he couldn't afford to offend this person. Now that he was weak, he couldn't afford to offend him. A wise man knows when to retreat. If he asked him to, then he would. So he rolled twice on the bed and rolled to Mo Xi's side. He sighed. "Do you want to continue rolling?"
Mo Xi said, "Lie down and don't move."
Gu Mang lay flat like a salted fish.
But at this time, his clothes were already very messy. His collar was wide open, revealing a large area of tight skin with old scars. Mo Xi glanced at it and his eyes were a little dark. He raised his hand and adjusted Gu Mang's collar. Then he put his hand on Gu Mang's stomach and slowly rubbed it.
Gu Mang smacked his lips. "Princess, are you punishing me for eating too much?"
Mo Xi said in a bad mood, "What do you think?"
Gu Mang couldn't be blamed for being narrow-minded. It was mainly because Mo Xi was too stubborn. Previously, he had made Gu Mang feel that Gu Mang's slightly forceful kneading was also a form of punishment. It was just that this method didn't make him feel too bad. Although it felt weird when he was kneaded, the discomfort in his stomach actually eased with the kneading.
Gu Mang lay on the bed and his eyes gradually became hazy. Finally, his head tilted and his face leaned against Mo Xi's arm. He fell asleep drowsily.
That night, he dreamt again. Those lost memories once again glowed dimly in his rusty mind.
He dreamed of a low tent, the whistling wind outside the tent, the smell of pear blossom in his nose, and the honey-like smell on Mo Xi's body.
It was the night of his youth.
Previously, he had only dreamed of Mo Xi kissing him. Then, the memory was cut off. For a long time, Gu Mang was confused about what happened next. Why did the state of the two of them make him feel hot and uneasy? At this moment, perhaps because of the alcohol and the fact that Mo Xi was massaging his aching stomach by his bedside, the strong rhythm seemed to coincide with another rhythm in his memory.
Just like the clouds parting, he suddenly remembered.
It was that night that he had picked up a book of erotic pictures from an old bookstore. With a belly full of evil thoughts, he had planned to give junior Mo's coming-of-age gift. But he didn't expect to be implicated. In the end, he was pulled down onto the military bed by Mo Xi …
The weak wooden planks creaked under their bodies. He was trapped under Mo Xi's body. His nostrils were filled with the other's breath. He had nowhere to go.
He didn't remember what Mo Xi said to him at that time. He only knew that by the time he reacted, Mo Xi's hands were already untying the belt around his waist. Those hands were nervous, like a boy untying the gift he had been longing for for a long time.
Gu Mang himself wasn't any better at that time. He even felt that he was more nervous than Mo Xi. This was because he had always been at ease in front of Mo Xi. He was a protector and a protector. He was Mo Xi's "older brother".
But when he was tightly held down by this young man's heavy body, he suddenly felt that his long-held position had been reversed. For the first time, he noticed that the young master he doted on, protected, and was afraid of being hurt by others was actually not as obedient and polite as he had imagined.
Instead, he was replaced by a man with broad shoulders and astonishing strength. Before this, he actually felt that this man only needed his guidance and protection.
His Adam's apple bobbed. He licked his wet lips and his eyes moved uneasily. He wanted to find the familiar feeling of an older brother, but he couldn't find it.
Reflected in his eyes was Mo Xi's emotional face at that time.
That handsome, young, and abstinent face was shrouded in a fog of love. It made Mo Xi's pair of black eyes, which were usually cold and restrained, look a little confused, like a young beast that had mistakenly fallen into the trap of desire.
A young beast meant that it was inexperienced, rash, and had endless power to break through.
A beast meant that it had a nature, ambition, and endless desire to vent.
Gu Mang was stared at by that pair of eyes. The silk silk fell, like a shell being pried open, revealing the trembling fresh clam and the hidden scent of the deep sea.
The soft clam meat was grasped by hot fingers. That feeling made him close his eyes and let out a low gasp. He swallowed and then slowly opened his moist eyes … He saw Mo Xi's appearance at that moment — that was really … that was really exciting and extremely terrifying.
The young man's chest was broad, his waist was thin, but his muscles were uniform. At that time, Mo Xi's body didn't have many scars. Especially his chest. At that time, Mo Xi's chest was still intact, without the wound that Gu Mang had personally stabbed him.
Gu Mang looked at this strong body. The surrounding air seemed to have frozen, oppressing him to the point that he couldn't breathe.
He didn't know how things had turned out like this.
It was clearly the person he wanted to protect, but he had forcefully taken him as a possessor. At that time, he had drunk too much and couldn't take in too many details. But he could easily recall the feeling of being cut open by his junior brother.
It was very painful. Very painful.
At that time, Mo Mie had been too young and too rash. He had endured for so long not to possess the man he had been thirsting for for so long. When he finally could not hold it in any longer, that long-suppressed desire for love had actually erupted in an almost vengeful manner.
Gu Mang remembered that he seemed to have said a lot of nonsense at that time. For the sake of face, for the sake of being able to get along with him calmly the next day, or for some other reason, he seemed to have endured the pain and kept saying that he had played with countless men and women. Mo Xi wasn't good at and didn't know how to do this. When he heard Gu Mang's words, he became more anxious and uneasy, and his strength became more and more out of control.
He remembered that Mo Xi later picked him up and let him lean against the bed.
Under the candlelight, the young man's eyes were slightly red. That red was because of anger, unwillingness, lust, and grievance …
The young man held his face and kissed his cheeks. Finally, he stood up and looked down at him from above. That handsome and abstinent face was almost unfamiliar to him because of paranoia and love.
Before he completely invaded him, he said, "Senior brother, look at me carefully, then lower your head and look at yourself … I don't care how many people you've played with before, I want you to see clearly …"
The suspenseful excitement of being taken away was accompanied by the young man's deep, sad, and lustful eyes.
"Who is your …" Mo Xi pressed down on him. That creepy wetness was so clear that he could feel it. His deep and hoarse voice almost rushed into the depths of Gu Mang's soul together with his lust. "The first man."
Gu Mang groaned and weakly raised his neck. He trembled, and his soul seemed to be torn apart. His eyes trembled and his tears flowed down. His waist, which would never bend on the battlefield, suddenly went limp. Everything in front of him turned black.
He didn't realize anything. Pain, heat, and breathing could burn people. His heart was beating like thunder. He felt his limbs and bones trembling. His flesh and blood were burning.
When he came back to his senses, he opened his moist eyes wide and looked at the light and shadow flowing on the ceiling of the tent. It was as if the Milky Way was passing through their intertwined souls. Everything was chaotic.
Gu Mang remembered that he was controlled by Mo Xi. At first, this man's emotions were very restrained, but later on, this young man's lust rushed to his head. The heat burned like wildfire. Beads of sweat were like tangible love that connected the two of them closely. He felt like the soft mud in the other's hands. His limbs and bones were softened by the strong wine. In the scorching air, they turned into a stream of fire and flowed away with his consciousness.
His memory was a little fragmented, but he could still remember Mo Xi's slightly panting sexy lips. He could remember Mo Xi's low voice by his ear. He could also remember the brazen and perfect body in the dim light.
What were they doing?
What did these actions bring to them? What did it mean? Gu Mang didn't know now. He only felt the same stimulation in this dream.
But that stimulation was wrapped in such a heavy uneasiness that Gu Mang felt even more at a loss.
This kind of intertwining of limbs and intimacy — what did it mean? Was it some kind of contract or some kind of possessive oath?
Mo Xi said, "Look carefully, who is your first man?"
Her tone was stubborn and sad, yet warm and passionate … It directly tormented his heart.
He didn't know how long this dream lasted. In the end, everything was blurry and sticky, and the light and shadow were chaotic. Suddenly, at a certain moment, an overly strong wave surged up. Gu Mang couldn't help but let out the same hoarse whisper as in his memory, "… Junior, junior brother … you …"
As if he stepped on air, Gu Mang suddenly opened his eyes.
He was panting heavily. After the intense tremor, he fell like the tide. He was sweating all over. His wet lips were slightly open, and his whole body was trembling. A pair of blue eyes looked up hazily.
His eyes were still filled with confusion and helplessness.
It was wet.
He didn't know what time it was. This was a feeling he had never felt before. In the past, dreams were dreams, and waking up was waking up. He had never felt such a strong sense of unreality after waking up with a start.
He stood there for a long time. He was quiet for a long time. After panting for a long time, his breathing gradually slowed down, and his blue eyes gradually focused.
He slowly raised his head.
He was still on the nuclear boat, still in the cabin. The tent and the youths they had when they were young no longer existed. He finally returned to reality. Gu Mang swallowed, like an abandoned dog that had just swum ashore from a cold lake. He slowly raised his wet blue eyes.
What he saw was Mo Xi's obviously stiff face under the candlelight.
Gu Mang's fingertips were still trembling. He murmured shakily and blankly, "Mo Xi?"
"…"
He still didn't understand. "I … What's wrong with me …?"
As he spoke, he lowered his head to look at his hands, his sweat-soaked clothes, and …
Gu Mang didn't need to describe his symptoms. Mo Xi's gaze swept over his lower body. He took in all the awkwardness and wetness on his underwear. Then he fell into an even stranger silence.
The author had something to say:
"If Characters Act in TV Dramas"
Mo Xi: I choose "Harry Potter" because the only person with a split soul is Voldemort. Then it's impossible for Gu Mang's soul to split.
Gu Mang: I choose "A Bite of China". (Interviewer Vegetable Bao:??? The main characters in that show are food. Do you want to be cooked meat??)
Jiang Fuli: I choose "Rich Life".
Murong Lian: I choose "Golden Triangle". I can take the opportunity to smoke more cigarettes.
Jiang Yexue: I choose "Four Great Constables". I can still sit in a wheelchair.
Murong Chuyi: I choose "Doraemon".
Yue Chenqing: I choose "Dream of the Red Chamber". I will act as Jia Baoyu and my uncle will act as Lin Daiyu. (Vegetable Bao: Your thinking is very dangerous.)
Hua Poan: Do I need to choose? I only live in legends. Okay, then I choose "Teacher's Temptation" … There's no such show? Okay, then I'll choose "Naruto". After all, it's also known as "Killing Ninja". It suits my character.
Chen Tang: I'm fine with anything. As long as you don't make me act in "Confucius", all the "Distinctionless Education" is a lie.
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