Yan Huan

During lunch, Zheyan Mountain Villa received the news that Mo Yu was blind. The secret letter said that Mo Yu accidentally fell down the hillside and hurt his head while collecting herbs on the mountain. When he found him, he was unconscious and had a high fever. When he woke up, he found that he was gone.

Mo Yu couldn't go back to Zheyan Villa for the time being. After all, Wuyamen was Mo Yu's master's school, and the medicines for medical consultation were undoubtedly the best, so Mo Ze immediately rode a fast horse towards Wuyamen.

Wuyamen is located on Wufeng Mountain, where the mountains are outstanding, and even difficult-to-cultivate herbs can grow well under the nourishment of this place.

Horses are not allowed in Wufeng Mountain, so Mo Ze can only walk briskly. It takes too much time to walk on the main road, so Mo Ze walked up various rugged paths, always worried about Mo Yu's situation, and even his cheek was scratched by thorns and oozing blood It's just a big hand.

When Zhong Jie saw Mo Ze, he almost didn't recognize him. Mo Ze was so embarrassed, his clothes were covered with dust and weeds, a few strands of cloth were fluttering in the wind where he was torn and scratched, and his hair was messed up. A thin dead branch stuck in the hair askew, indescribably depressed, and the slender scar on the face was slightly oozing with blood, as if it had been brushed hard, and it was red and swollen. Moser is too far behind.

"you……"

"Where is he?" Seeing Zhong Jie, Mo Ze rushed forward and grabbed his wrist, so strong that he almost crushed Zhong Jie's wrist.

Zhong Jie wailed and tried to pull his hand out of Moze's, but remained motionless, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and roared with a rather ferocious expression: "In the backyard! In the backyard."

Seeing the person flying away like the wind, Zhong Jie pinched his red and swollen wrist with a bitter face, unable to utter a word, gritted his teeth and moaned silently in his heart, "This is the hand of a doctor!"Your wrist, which usually doesn't even lift heavy objects, has been squeezed into such a miserable state...'

Mo Ze pushed open the door and went in, and saw Mo Yu leaning on the bed with a thick white gauze wrapped around his head, his head slightly lowered, revealing his pale face, which was half covered by his black hair, as if he was weak. I couldn't hold it for a second and fell down, the whole person was so lonely and helpless.

Mo Ze has done countless mental constructions along the way, but when he really saw Mo Yu, all of them collapsed. This person who has always been regarded as a treasure by him was seriously injured by him, and he was angered by him. Now... Mo Ze only felt his eyes Unceasingly sore, his chest churned, and a fishy smell rushed up his throat, and he couldn't help but staggered.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, Mo Yu raised his head and followed the prestige, seeing the darkness in front of his eyes, but with a faint familiar breath, he immediately recognized the person in front of him at this moment. For a moment, all the grievances and fears these days could no longer be suppressed. Heartbroken, his eyes turned red, and big tears quickly gushed out of his eyes.

Mo Ze looked at the man who was crying in a muffled voice, his heart ached, he rushed over and hugged him in his arms, his voice broke: "Don't cry... you can hit me, scold me and kill me, Don't cry, don't cry..."

Hearing Mo Ze's self-reproaching and distressed words, Mo Yu cried even harder, hugging Mo Ze's neck tightly, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances in his heart.

Feeling the trembling of Mo Yu's crying body lying on his shoulder, the hot tears seemed to burn his skin through the skirt of his clothes, he was anxious and hurt, he didn't know how to stop him My eyes are not good, crying like this will hurt even more.

Mo Ze anxiously panicked and lost his mind, he was strong but did not let Mo Yu lift him up from the pain, holding his face, looking at the pair of moon-like eyes that were wet and swollen from crying, the tears kept coming from frail to swollen The eye sockets welled up, and he gently wiped them with his fingertips pitifully, but he couldn't wipe them clean. Looking at the red and swollen eyes, Mo Ze became anxious, lowered his head, and kissed the soft and moist eyes that were red from crying. lips.