Remnants of Filth

have a guest.

Mo xi was so angry that he went out and was disgusted.

There was a rage of blood in his chest, and he hated shaking his hands.

But what should he hate?

Blame those who come to look around the Mang brand? They spend money for fun.

Do you hate Shujun? He just ordered to humiliate / humiliate the criminal.

So he can only resent Gu Mang.

It was Gu Mang who made his own mistakes and got to where he is today. He doesn't count as bad, but also suffers with him.

Mo Xi stared at the bright red words on the brand, the red color was like some kind of sickness, and it easily reached the bottom of his eyes.

He suddenly felt how familiar all this was, like a repeat of a nightmare.

Many years ago, it was also a green building, and Gu Mang was also inside the house, and he stood outside in pain.

At that time, he had just completed his appointment and returned from the outside, but heard that Gu Mang was so terrified after being cut off by the new monarch, that he spent all day drinking and worrying in the Spring House—he did not believe it.

But when he gasped like a fool, he stood in the dim light and shadow, passed the sound of Yanying Ying, arrived at the heavy sandal door of the compartment, and saw the figure deep in the compartment.

The face was still that face, but the person seemed to be no longer that person.

Gu Mang was lying deep in the soft tent, surrounded by beads and green, the warm smoke in the golden beast was burning bit by inch, and the light blue smoke rose, making everything smokeless. Hearing the movement, he opened his blurred eyes, and his dark eyes swept away the ink—but as if he could not see the anger and sadness on his old friend's face, but just chuckled.

Mo Xi felt that with Gu Manfang's smile, he was broken in his heart.

"But it's just going to bed. Anyone can do it. So seriously what to do." Gu Mang told him at the time.

Gu Mang never cared about this, so he could breathe in his bed and hold his uneasy face, comfortingly said, it's okay, Gu Mang's brother is thick and thick, and you can bear whatever you want. If the brother likes it, if the brother wants ... then you can ...

In those crazy and entangled years, Gu Mang also murmured his name unconsciously when he was crying and could not help crying, choking and said I love you.

But he may not be serious.

So later, he could lie in the gentle village with a smile, no matter what happened.

I am too stupid.

Like a silly boy, he took those love words between the pillows seriously.

"What's so amazing?"

After seeing the abandonment of Xinjun, Gu Mang chose not to cheer up. Perhaps what King Shang did and the death of some people have broken his soul. He wants to live himself in a quagmire.

Smoke, spirits, women.

Whatever can release the most dreams, he drowned himself there. Only in those mirrors, he was still his Gu Shaoshuai. His hands, feet, robes and **** years never stayed away from him.

At this moment, the voice of speaking was faintly heard in the compartment of Luomei Bieyuan. Mo Xi just felt breathless. He turned around staggeringly, went to the end of the veranda, and panted toward the outside. The slender fingers were pinched on the window lattice, pinching a bite of that alder.

Slut.

Mo Xi's eyes were flushed, and he stared at the long night in silence.

These two extremely mean words suddenly popped into his heart, and this was the first time in his life that he thought of such a bitter word to describe a person.

Gu Mang this bitch.

He used to think that he knew Gu Mang very well. He thought he knew Gu Mang better than anyone else. He used to be so stupid that he took Gu Mang as his most cherished person in his life.

He used to be so dumb, and Gu Mang had taught him clearly that going to bed doesn't mean anything, but going to bed many times only means that they like each other's bodies. But he still couldn't control the other side as his unwilling lover. He's old and stubborn in this respect, and no one can pull back his temper.

So he used to trust Gu Mang so firmly, even though Gu Mangqifu later pointed out that he was still standing in the hall of Chonghua Palace, and said to everyone-I swear by my life, Gu Mang will not treason.

But Gu Mang lied to him.

Gu Mang lost him.

Lose his trust again and again, and bear his expectations day after day.

In the end he even pierced his chest with his own hands and told him that nothing could be turned back.

He had thought that nothing could be worse.

Who knows that today, Gu Mang can still crush his broken heart-

Before entering Luomeibeiyuan, Mo Xi had so little hope in his heart. He hoped that Gu Mang was still the hard-minded Gu Mang, and An Neng lowered his eyebrows to urge the rich and powerful, making me unhappy. If so, his heart, which has long been wounded by Gu Mang, may still be a little comforting.

But Gu Mang didn't even give him that comfort.

Mo Xi felt that the bones contained in his flesh were trembling with hate, and trembling with hate.

Gu Mang really wanted to live, so far ...

With a bang, the door opened.

Mo Xi's spine tightened like a hunting eagle. He didn't look back, but he knew that voice came from Gu Mang.

Someone scolded out of Gu Mang's house and spit a thick sputum on the ground, cursing down the stairs while walking. There was a pungent smell of wine on the veranda.

The guest who left was a drunk alcoholic.

Mo Xi's nausea became more and more severe. He stood in the place and tried to suppress the flames of his chest.

After a while, the smell of the wine was gone and it disappeared. He just raised his head and closed his eyes. Then he slowly opened his eyes, and returned to Gu Mang's room without a word with an almost weird calmness.

He paused, raised his black leather boots, and opened the carved lacquered door that had only been closed a while ago.

He finally entered his room.

The room was very dim, only one oil lamp was lit, and the gas intoxicating was still permeating all around. Mo Xi walked in with a stretched face, and glanced over, no one.

Sweep again, half way, notice the sound of water behind the screen.

Gu Mang was taking a bath.

This recognition was like a sap knocked down, knocking him dizzy. He was almost going crazy, the blood went up, and his eyes were red. He bit his lip and turned his head to the side. His nails were already in the palm of his hand, and he could barely hold back the raging anger.

Can Ke Mang have anything to do with him today? !! Whether he is insulted or tortured, even if he is being, being ... has nothing to do with him!

He didn't know that he would be so angry, and his resentment increased with the years.

In order to prevent himself from losing his temper, Mo sat down at the little round table and closed his eyes silently. While waiting for Gu Man to come out, he was thinking, what would Gu Man look like when he saw himself for a while?

When I saw Gu Mang, what words should I say?

He gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time. He didn't even notice when the sound of water stopped.

Until the lamp in the house lit up again, he turned back to his eyes, opened his eyes side by side, and saw the edge of the lampstand. A young man in a white single coat was watching him quietly, not knowing how long he had been there.

That face is still the same as in memory.

Just a little thinner.

No one spoke for a while.

The young man stood silently, with a loose placket, cursed shackles on his neck, bare feet, and dark hair that was not combed. He obediently drew down on his shoulders, lining the face pale and thin, so his eyes looked special. Clear. He had just washed himself, at this moment his hair was dripping drop by drop, flowing from the neck, to the collarbone, to the chest ... hiding in the shadow hidden by the placket, no longer seeing, leaving only a few indistinct Wet marks.

Gu Mang.

Gu Mang ...

The room was horrible, and the love of men and women next to each other became more harsh.

Mo Xi's eyes were still reddish, and the pinched knuckles were also trembling. He stared at the man, his throat twitched, and wanted to say nothing, but said nothing.

Finally saw you again. See you again.

There were so many problems in the chest before, but none of them could be remembered.

The only situation that flashed before his eyes was the scene on the battleship many years ago. Gu Mang wore a blue-gold scarf on his forehead and the **** bayonet lifted his cheek. His eyes were complicated. He said, I will really kill you.

At that time Mo Xi felt that maybe this was the end of the two of them.

But now, Gu Mang was standing in front of him again, his eyes were sober, he looked at him silently.

It is also ridiculous to say that the grievances are so deep, but at this moment, Mo Xi was so stunned that he did not notice Gu Man's appearance in time, so that he missed Gu Man's first glance.

And now Gu Mang has been calm and free from fluctuations, just like watching every guest who walked into his room in the past two years, without a little bit of well-known emotions.

It was such a peaceful reunion.

Quietness is a bit unusual.

The two looked at each other for a while, then Gu Mang came over and sat down beside Mo Xi.

Probably such a calm move was beyond Mo Xi's expectation. Although his face was still immovable, people subconsciously moved a little back.

"you……"

Gu Mang suddenly picked up a small bundle of bamboo slips from the table and silently handed them to him.

Mo xi did not know the so-called, but he still took it, and opened the bamboo slip by the faint candlelight. He glanced across ten lines at a glance, but felt a **** heat and a cold blood.

In the end, squinting and throwing bamboo slips on the table fiercely!

Slammed.

The tranquility was shattered.

"... Gu Mang." Mo Xi stared at him, still holding back, but the melting flow in his eyes became more and more, the knuckles were rattling, "You **** crazy?"

"You have to choose."

Gu Mang said.

After so long, they met again, and his first sentence was actually these three words. Can actually say such a dullness.

He picked up the bamboo slip again and handed it to Mo Xi again: "Choose one."

"What do you think I did ?!"

Gu Mang seems to only say this word: "Choose."

Mo was out of breath almost to the sky, his chest was undulating, a pair of dark pupils were full of suffocation, the redness in his eyes became more and more exuberant, anger, disappointment, hate, sadness all reflected in his eyes Scarlet here.

He held the bundle of small bamboo slips and, after a long while, threw it on the table again.

The bamboo slip was knocked open, and the price of Luomei Bieyuan was squarely listed on it, from chats and drinks, to venting anger, lingering / abuse, to ... to ...

Mok turned his gaze away.

"You don't choose, what should I do."

Mo Xi was almost driven crazy by him, but he was still patient. He was really irritable, but also really tolerable. The words were filed from the teeth: "What to do."

Gu Mang looked at him calmly, his eyes were like Wubo Gujing: "Aren't you here to strike me?"

"………………"

Mo Xi's face froze.

He couldn't believe the word would fall on him one day.

He even felt that his stomach was cramping.

"Gu Mang, you ..."

"Everyone comes to do these things." Gu Mang said, "If you don't do it, what are you doing."

He pulled the bamboo slip for the third time, raised it, and spread it out in front of Mo Xi.

"Choose or go."

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