Long meaning

Mo Lingsu’s guest room was cleaned every day, so he didn’t need to tidy it up so he could live in it. Soon Mo Lingsu settled Xie Wuwu, cleaned the wound carefully, applied medicine, and changed into clean clothes. When he came back, according to the rules, Mo Lingsu had to greet Mo Jinru first when he came back, but it happened that Mo Jinru was not in the village today, so the step of greeting was omitted.

When Mo Lingsu returned to Xie Wuwu's guest room again, Xie Wuwu was wiping his long sword, so he walked up to Xie Wuwu and said, "Wuwu, but I'm bored, I'll take you to my mo How about going around the house?"

Xie Wuwu stopped wiping the long sword, looked up at Mo Lingsu: "Is your injury okay?"

"I've said it all about skin trauma. There are a lot of wound medicine in the village. I have been bandaged just now. It's okay." Mo Lingsu went to grab Xie Wuwu's arm again, but Xie Wuwu avoided it, a little embarrassed He retracted his hand and touched his nose. "The garden of Mojiazhuang is beautiful, why don't you follow me to have a look?"

"I'm a rough man, I'm not as elegant as Mr. Mo, so I don't want to spoil the scenery." Xie Wuwu put the long sword back into its sheath after finishing speaking, and put the long sword on the table.

"Wuwu, why do you always want to have such a relationship with me? I call you Wuwu, so why don't you call me Lingsu?" Wuwu dodged, and stretched out his hand again, this time directly on Xie Wuwu's shoulder. "Unintentionally, his appearance and appearance are all superior, so he is considered a rough person, and he is not allowed to say that in the future."

"Mr. Xie Mo loves me, but my rough appearance is not in the skin, but only in the flesh and blood. The beautiful scenery cannot be appreciated, and the kiss is also ruined. Just let me stay quietly in the room." The palm on the shoulder said.

"Hey, that's all, since I have no intention of going to the garden, then I'll accompany you here!" Mo Lingsu was about to sit down on the stool next to him after speaking.

"I heard that Mr. Mo is not here. Mr. Mo has just returned to Mo's Village. He has a lot to deal with, so he doesn't need to spend time here with me." Xie Wuwu looked at Mo Lingsu and said calmly.

"Wuwu hates getting along with me?" Mo Lingsu frowned.

"I'm just used to being alone, and I don't hate being with anyone." Xie Wuwu said.

"Wouldn't Wuwu always be so deserted by himself in the past?" Mo Ling said sullenly.

"A person is a person, it's not that cold and deserted, I like quiet." Xie Wuwu said indifferently.

"Then you never thought about trying to communicate more with others?" Mo Lingsu said.

"Why do you want to communicate with others?" Xie Wuwu asked.

"In this way, at least you can have someone to accompany you when you are lonely all day." Mo Lingsu said.

"Mr. Mo, let's go to the things you can do. I'm a little tired and want to lie down for a while." Mo Lingsu wanted to continue talking, but Xie Wuwu had completely lost the patience to continue to spend time with him, and there was nothing left to say. Don't pick up, just issue an order to evict the customer.

"Wuwu, can you just hate being with me so much?" Mo Lingsu frowned, he really didn't like Xie Wuwu's attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"Mr. Mo really misunderstood, I really want to lie down for a while." After Xie Wuwu finished speaking, he ignored Mo Lingsu, turned around and went to the side of the couch without taking off his shoes and socks, and just lay down on the couch with his clothes and closed his eyes bunk.

Xie Wuwu was determined not to talk to Mo Lingsu anymore. Mo Lingsu had no choice but to turn around and leave the room. When he got to the door, he didn't forget to take a look at Xie Wuwu on the couch to make sure that he didn't intend to keep his eyes open. , and then had no choice but to step out of the door, close the door and leave.

Although his eyes were closed, Xie Wuwu who was on the couch was listening attentively to the movement around him, until he was sure that Mo Lingsu was far away, then he opened his eyes and sat up, and took out a dart from his sleeve, which was very familiar. "It really is Uncle Meng."

He took a closer look at the dart and put it in his sleeve again. Xie Wuwu was about to lie down again, but halfway down, he heard someone knocking at the door. Xie Wuwu had to sit up again, then got up and opened the door personally, and Fang opened the door Open it, and you will see Mo Lingsu standing at the door. "Is there something else, Mr. Mo?"

"Wuwu, I told you not to have such a relationship with me, it would be nice to call Lingsu." Mo Lingsu frowned slightly, obviously a little unhappy at Xie Wuwu's obvious refusal to get close to him.

Xie Wuwu also frowned. He really didn't understand what Mo Lingsu was obsessed with. To Mo Lingsu, he was just a person who met by chance. He believed that it was a coincidence that he saved him?Then he, the son of the Mo family, was for nothing, and he didn't have any precautions, but after thinking about it, he was a little helpless by Mo Lingsu's repeated reminders, so he said again: "Lingsu Anything else?"

"That's right!" Hearing that Xie Wuwu finally agreed to call him by his name, Mo Lingsu was satisfied, smiled lightly, and then stretched out his palms in his sleeves to rest on Xie Wuwu's shoulders. "I came back because I forgot to ask you when I left just now, what do you want for dinner? I'll ask someone to prepare it."

"I'm free, the food in Mojiazhuang will never be bad." Xie Wuwu said lightly.

"You are my distinguished guest, how can you be casual, what do you like to eat on weekdays, tell me!" Mo Lingsu took half a step forward, and the distance between Xie Wuwu and Xie Wuwu got closer.

"Lingsu's arrangement is fine. I don't have anything I like. I'm really sleepy. Lingsu can take care of himself." After Xie Wuwu finished speaking, he turned around and avoided the palm of Mo Lingsu's hand on his shoulder, and was about to close the door and go back to continue. lie.

"Hey, Wuwu, don't be in a hurry to close the door!" Mo Lingsu wanted to stop Xie Wuwu, but Xie Wuwu just closed the door and ignored him. The son of Lingsu of Mojiazhuang who has always been very reserved In the end, he couldn't do the demeaning act of persistently knocking on the door of another man's room, so he sighed slightly, continued to wrap his palms back into his sleeves, turned and left.

Leaving the door of Xie Wuwu's room, Mo Lingsu went round and round all the way, but he neither kissed the front hall nor returned to the room, but walked towards the backyard.

When Mo Lingsu arrived at the backyard, he only walked a few steps before entering one of the small yards. In the small yard, he saw a white-haired old man lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed and a big pipe in his mouth. Mo Lingsu had already left In front of him, the old man did not open his eyes and continued to sway there, so Mo Lingsu had no choice but to say: "Father Yin, are you in a bad mood today?"

After Mo Lingsu's words fell for a long time, the old man managed to open a slit of his eye, but only took a look at Mo Lingsu and closed it again. He said in a muffled voice, "The old man agreed to give you a gift every year on the Dragon Boat Festival." I sent lanterns and zongzi, and it's past time, and he hasn't come yet."

"Isn't there still a month before the Dragon Boat Festival!" Mo Lingsu said with a twitch.

"What day is it today?" When the old man heard Mo Lingsu say that the Dragon Boat Festival was still a month away, he got up from the rocking chair with a grunt, his eyes widened, and he was almost starving.

"Today is the fifth day of April." Mo Ling said solemnly.

"Today is not the fifth day of May!" the old man clapped his hands.

"Dad Yin, can this be another sleep? When he woke up, he just caught up with Zhen'er!" Mo Lingsu almost guessed the reason when he saw the old man like this.

"Isn't it? When I woke up yesterday, that damn girl told me that it was the fourth day of May yesterday." The old man blew his beard and stared, looking very angry.

"Zhen'er has been able to lie to her so many times, yet Father Yin still believes her." Mo Lingsu said helplessly.

"I... don't my old man always think that she can learn to be a good girl!" The old man flicked his beard, looking a little embarrassed, and then lay down on the rocking chair: "Tell me, why did the Mo family come to see me?" What's the matter!"

"How did Father Yin know that I was looking for you for something? Maybe he just came to see you!" Mo Lingsu said with a smile.

"You don't even bother to enter the backyard if you have nothing to do, let alone come to my small courtyard and look at me. If you can pull it back, let it go." The old man curled his lips, looking like a childish child.

"Oh, well, since that's the case, I'll be straightforward." Mo Ling paused, then walked a step closer to the old man, and then continued in a slightly lower voice: "Father, do you know who uses willow-leaf darts in this Jianghu? Good at making light work."

After listening to Mo Lingsu's words, the old man first opened his eyes and looked at Mo Lingsu a few times, then pulled Mo Lingsu's arm and pulled up his sleeve, exposing the wound on his arm, and after careful inspection, he let go: "Xie Jia, Mengzang Prefecture."

The author has something to say:

I firmly believe that a girl can be an assist instead of a rival in love, and a crooked slut is even more annoying, so the girls in my works are all cute, if you accidentally produce a very annoying girl, that's fine. . .If the plot requires it, the girl will feel wronged