[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Gu Ying took off the white bandage behind Shang Han, and Mo Yu sat beside the bed holding a mirror, looking back at Shang Han in the clean mirror was a pale but handsome face.

"It's as good-looking as ever." Mo Yu's cold voice carried an indescribable tenderness.

This tone of voice made Shang Han feel in a trance for a moment, the person he was thinking of was right in front of him, but if it wasn't for the chains on the head of the bed, he knew that he would definitely punch out uncontrollably.

The doctors tried their best to restore his previous appearance, but it is hard not to remind people of the careful sculpting of the delicate eyebrows and eyes.He experienced a narrow escape in that big explosion, but what he got in exchange was such a face, a face that was two points similar to Mo Yu's.

Mo Yu's sigh-like voice came from the side of his ear, "Don't blame me for liking to play tricks on other people's faces." He paused and said frankly, "You know Qi Ran, right?"

Shang Han looked at the man beside the bed, there was neither sadness nor joy in his cold eyes. He spent three years thinking about the prince, how could he not know his real name.

Mo Yu used one finger to stroke the skin on the right side of her face, from her forehead down, past her eyebrows and into her temples, which was exactly the same as the scar on the prince's face.

Shang Han's eyes moved slightly, he seemed to know what Mo Yu wanted to say.

"The child's recovery ability is quite good." He said in a slow tone, "I've seen that body before, and there's not a single scar."

Shang Han was silent, his hands holding the sheets trembled slightly, he heard Mo Yu explain in his unique, gentle voice, "I did it."

Maybe it was because he felt that the boy was still too immature, maybe it was to remember the accidental first meeting, or he just thought he looked better like that.

The man's voice was smooth and comfortable, like a gurgling brook flowing over cobblestones, and the breeze of memories blew by, causing circle after circle of ripples in Shang Han's heart.

"It wasn't the original scar. It was made of glass by a bastard who didn't have eyes. It was a coincidence. If there was more strength, one eye would be lost."

"I'd rather he lose one eye." Shang Han mocked unceremoniously.

Mo Yu was not annoyed after hearing this, he smiled lightly and said, "Don't curse him like that, who in this world is a blessing or a disaster, if he really loses one eye, maybe he won't be dragged away by me The circle suffers."

What a suffering, Shang Leng sneered, but did not answer.

"Ahan," this call was closely integrated with the student days, which made Shang Han's heart tremble.

There is always a kind of person who walked barefoot in your life, leaving nothing but memories, but turned the trajectory of the stars and changed the path of your life.

Mo Yu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she said slowly, "I have harmed others and myself all my life, and now I have harmed you too."

"Why did you come?" Mo Yu asked him.

Shang Han curled his lips into a sneer, why did he come?

Do you want me to tell you my absurd feelings, tell you my persistence and suffering for three years?

Growling voice, "I thought you were dead!"

When Shang Han said these words, he lowered his head and did not move his mouth, as if the words did not come from the mouth, but from the inside of the body, from the depths of the soul.

This answer broke Mo Yu's carefully managed calmness in the room. He gave Gu Ying a wink, and the woman put away the bandages and medicine, and left.

Shang Han looked at the figure of the woman leaving the room, and he didn't know whether it was Shi Shi's kindness to Gu Ying, or the woman's cruelty to him.Three years have passed, except for the thickness of the high heels, the elegance and beauty have not diminished.

"I'm not dead." Mo Yu put his hand on Shang Han's burned finger, and replied word by word.

Now there were only the two of them in the empty room, and when Shang Han moved his body, the chains made a rattling sound. Strange to say, the only two times when he tried to see this man clearly, he was locked like this.

His life has gone round and round, and now he is caught in those black pupils again.

"I fired the gun that day." As if recalling some good memory, Mo Yu said gently, "That was also the first time I acted on someone's face."

The man stretched out a slender finger and slowly slid it down from Shang Han's forehead, as if restoring the scene at that time.

"Use the shards of the vase I smashed."

When his fingers brushed his brows and eyes, Shang Han slowly closed his eyes. He could imagine Qi Ran waiting silently under these dexterous hands, with a frightened meekness. That was the first time, and also Many times later.

All the way down, across the high bridge of the nose, past the thin tightly closed lips, and then...he felt a sudden pain.

Shang Han was biting his hand!

The owner of the hand wanted to pull it back subconsciously, but the man bit the ground tightly, and there was a touch of blood besides the pain.

Mo Yu slapped him unnaturally with his left hand, and forced him to let go.

Up to now, no one has bothered to continue this warm drama.

Mo Yu stood up and rubbed the wound on the right knuckle with the pad of the other hand. This posture made Shang Han, who was leaning against the head of the bed, feel a faint oppression.

The man stood beside the bed, curled his lips into a smile and said, "I'm not dead, but you are."

The gentle voice crossed the sky in June, as if he had stepped into the entrance of heaven. In that room, the emperor in the darkness walked down the altar step by step, as if he had changed into a god of announcement, and he announced to him, " Ahan, you died with them."

Of course he knew who they were referring to, these days he had been anesthetizing himself, making himself try to believe that there was still hope, but the man's frankness proved everything, it was so absurd and funny.

These days, Shang Han didn't compromise because of the darkness, didn't give in because of the pain, didn't become at a loss because of the cruel truth, but shed tears because of such a notice.

He knew the life carried in the man's plain tone.

They, they, there were twenty lives among them, and among those twenty people, there was a newly married husband who wore a platinum ring before he died, and a baby-faced younger brother who was playful and mischievous and would I stayed up all night to celebrate my sister's birthday, and there was a tall, bright-spoken elder brother who joined the team earlier than him, and there were many, many more...

That is the brother who was born and died with him!

The mask is a strange thing, it is either impenetrable, or it can be lost for thousands of miles. When Mo Yu took off the first one, the latter ones fell off naturally.

"Okay, I'm in good spirits, now I ask you, why do you think I'm dead?"

Just with a gunshot?Think I'm dead without seeing a dead body?You just trust your own judgment like that?No chance of luck?

Shang Han's eyes moved slightly, and the huge sacrifice forced him to see clearly the options he had. It was only at this moment that he reluctantly agreed with Mo Yu's words.

"Ahan, you are not that great." The man wiped away those tears of grief and anger for him, "You are the same as back then, selfish, you can't blame me now, you are indeed smart, but you only think of yourself, that's why you only think of yourself." Mistake over and over."

Not only is it wrong again and again, but it is also ridiculously wrong.

The name Mo Yu played many roles in Shang Han's life, but none of them were clear and profound. They were not close friends when they were young students, and they didn't have too much time to reunite when they were adults. get along.

Then what supported the police to complete the three-year journey?

Mo Yu turned around, and he sat down on a chair in the room, and now the distance between them has widened again.

The man took out the cigarette from the drawer at hand, and in the sudden bright firelight, Shang Han felt the pain of being burnt to the eyes.

Mo Yu's voice came from behind the swaying flames, "You can't blame me." Behind the thick smoke, the black eyes seemed to be covered with a thin curtain of water vapor. "Ahan, you are not good enough for me."

You are not worthy of me, your persistence is nothing more than self-righteous emotion, you take my life as your imaginary oath, your fragile soul dare not bear hostile conjectures, your love is too deep, but you don't know where to start.

How can you who are so naive, thin, and extreme be worthy of me who is so wandering, cruel, and deliberate?

"I'm different from you." Mo Yu said indifferently, "We are also selfish, but I don't even have a purpose. It was my interest at the beginning, but although I have lived in seclusion these years, I didn't intend to hide You, why can't you find me?"

The man's tone was astringent, "It's just you, you decided that I was dead, so you don't want me to come back to life."

When the cigarette butt fell into the glass jar, it seemed that all their past had become worthless. The story of abandonment was like the interaction between the lips and the cigarette. When the kiss came to an end, only a pile of gray memories remained.

"I know you wanted to ask me why you didn't go to college." Mo Yu stood up, wearing the same silver gray suit as three years ago. "I know that your good self-cultivation didn't let you speak, and now I'll tell you."

The emperor in the dark explained to the face that was slightly similar to him.

"Ahan, I don't like competition, not at all. I was born to jump out of the rules and be looked up to."