[Comprehensive] White Moonlight's Fancy Whitewashing History

After making an appointment to go to Yihong Courtyard in the evening, Cheng Yimo lost the mood to study.

He sat by the study window and yawned lazily as if he hadn't woken up.

Mo Qinghan held the book in his hand, but his eyes kept falling on him gently.His appearance is completely different from Ah Mo in the previous life, his eyes are like cats, and his appearance is more delicate.

When staring at you, it seems like you are going to blow your hair, which can make Mo Qinghan's heart tremble.

Cheng Yimo was drowsy over there, and suddenly a bird flew to the table, his drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and he regained his composure and quietly mouthed to Mo Qinghan.

—Sir, go get the millet, and I'll feed it.

Mo Qinghan couldn't help but laugh, just thinking that he was still a child.

Even though he thought so, he slowed down his footsteps and went to the kitchen to get a handful of millet.

When Mo Qinghan came back, he saw Cheng Yimo tearing up the fabric on his sleeves and clumsily bandaging the wound on the bird's wings.

"It must be my brother again, why don't you just play with a slingshot." He couldn't help yelling, "It's too unfulfilling to play with such a small thing."

Mo Qinghan approached him softly: "Here, Xiaomi."

Cheng Yimo grabbed a little bit and put it in his palm. The little bird pecked a few times and then chirped several times.

Mo Qinghan asked: "Why save it?"

Cheng Yimo was slightly stunned, and glanced at Mo Qinghan: "Don't worry about it."

For a simple reason, Mo Qinghan suddenly fell silent.

Cheng Yimo propped his chin with one hand, and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "When I saw Mr. in the heavy rain that day, I also felt uneasy."

That's why he rushed out first and handed him an umbrella.

Mo Qinghan's hands were lightly clenched, and then loosened quickly.

Although he has entered reincarnation and lost all his memories, the most essential part of Ah Mo has not changed.

It would be great if Ah Mo in this life can cultivate, at least in this way...they can spend more time together.

At this moment, Mo Qinghan suddenly wanted to hug him tightly.

However, they had just met again in this life, Mo Qinghan's eyes were deep, and he kept telling himself, don't worry.

Cheng Yimo looked at Mo Qinghan happily: "Sir, I want to hear you play the piano."

Mo Qinghan smiled: "Okay, what song do you want to hear?"

Cheng Yimo's eyes lit up: "There is no requirement, just a soothing tune."

So Mo Qinghan sat down, put his clean and beautiful hands on the strings, and played a song of lovesickness.

He played it raptly, hoping to use the meaning of the piano music to convey it to Cheng Yimo.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yimo fell into a deep sleep when he heard half of it, as if he took the song expressing love as a lullaby, and fell asleep very quickly.

Mo Qinghan's playing hands suddenly trembled twice, his face darkened, it can be seen that he slept so soundly, and played this piece more slowly.

The sun shone on Cheng Yimo's body. When he closed his eyes, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was having a sweet dream.

Just looking at him like this, Mo Qinghan's restless heart will gradually calm down.

Ah Mo, do you have me in your dreams?

For so many years, I have you every time I dream.

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Mo Qinghan originally thought that Cheng Yimo would fall asleep like this, but he didn't expect that he would wake up on time at the appointed time in the afternoon.

Cheng Yimo pulled Mo Qinghan energetically, feeling a little shy: "Do I look this good? Or do I need to change clothes?"

Mo Qinghan stared at him: "It looks good." Everything looks good.

Cheng Yimo's eyes lit up after being praised: "Is this color too tender?"

She was dressed in azure blue and white, which was very similar to Qionghua's Taoist robe, but it didn't look so elegant.

Mo Qinghan's eyes were burning: "No, it's very suitable for you."

Cheng Yimo nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, sir, it looks good like this."

One of Cheng Yimo's principles is that if someone scolds him, he must be beaten back.When others praised him, he had to praise him back, and only then did he appear educated.

Although the master of Cheng's family is a womanizer, he is extremely strict with the education of his sons.He has lived most of his life, and he also thinks that being a womanizer is not a good thing, but it has been ridiculous for so many years, and he just can't change it.

So it was inevitable that the sons would suffer a lot from it, and the Cheng family only had maids in the future.

Cheng Yimo is the youngest son, and the master of the Cheng family has doted on him since he was a child, but he just doesn't dote on this matter.

Cheng Yimo lived to be 16 years old. He has seen pigs running, but he has never eaten pork. Today he is going to Yihong Courtyard to have a good meal.

After night, Cheng Yimo walked out of Cheng's house in a swaggering manner. Because he himself had a guilty conscience, Mo Qinghan was by his side.

The young master of the Cheng family is good-looking, and it is well known in this small town. Who knows that he has a better-looking one with him. All the gentlemen of the gentry sighed that they were not as good.

Not long after they left, they saw Fang Lixin at a small bridge and flowing water.

"You're here so early!" Cheng Yimo walked over carelessly, looking at Wen with ambiguous eyes, "Can't wait?"

Fang Lixin was a little surprised when he saw Cheng Yimo bring someone over: "Ah Mo, is this the teacher your father hired for you?"

Cheng Yimo nodded: "Come, come, let me introduce, my husband, Mo Qinghan."

Fang Lixin saw Mo Qinghan's fake smile on his face, and felt that he had an inexplicable hostility towards him.

Cheng Yimo was very proud, and secretly pulled Fang Lixin over: "How about it, doesn't it look good?"

Fang Lixin sighed with a mouthful of old blood choked in his throat: "It's pretty..."

Cheng Yimo smiled and rolled his eyes: "Hey, heroes see the same thing."

Fang Lixin's eyes flickered: "Do you like his face?"

"I like it." Cheng Yimo admitted naturally, "If it weren't for his face, I wouldn't like sleeping with men."

Fang Lixin: "..."

The two of them talked in a low voice, and others couldn't hear it, but it didn't mean that Mo Qinghan couldn't hear it.

When Cheng Yimo said he liked his face, Mo Qinghan felt for the first time that this skin was pretty good, he even touched his face unconsciously, and the smile on his face was a bit real.

"Let's go, the three men are stunned at the gate of Yihong Courtyard, and they are not afraid of being laughed at by others." Fang Lixin said hastily.

Mo Qinghan looked at those women in revealing clothes, and really wanted to take out the feng laiqin and play a song.

Seeing Cheng Yimo's expectant appearance, his mood was indescribably complicated.

The three of them walked in very quickly, and the mother of Yihong Courtyard saw how handsome they were, and smiled more genuinely. The way they looked at them was like looking at the silver that everyone loves.

"Mom, I booked a private room with the girl yesterday." Fang Lixin went up to greet her, and told her in a low voice not to go too far, otherwise the master of the Cheng family would definitely teach Cheng Yimo a lesson.

The mother of Yihongyuan had a clear expression. After entering the private room, Mo Qinghan sat drinking and glanced at her coldly: "I don't want a girl."

Eh?Do you want a man if you don't want a girl?

The mother of Yihong Courtyard has made a mistake, she only has girls here.

Fang Lixin waved his hand: "Just call the two girls, Mom, prepare some snacks."

"Okay~ I'll go now."

Cheng Yimo pulled Fang Lixin's sleeves, his eyes sparkled, and anyone could feel his excitement at the moment.

Fang Lixin looked at him as if he was looking at the idiot son of a landlord's family.

Look, what has Cheng Yimo been suppressed by the master of the Cheng family?Basic desires still have to be resolved, right?Could it be that he can solve it by himself in the usual schedule?

Fang Lixin fell into strange associations.

The two girls who came here were lovely-looking, very gentle, and not the kind of women who were too dusty, and they were a little shy when they saw Cheng Yimo.

It was Cheng Yimo's first time here, and he didn't know what to do. When others poured a glass of wine, he just drank a glass, and looked at others laughing stupidly.

The two thought that Mr. Cheng's family was so cute, especially when he smiled at them, his cat-like eyes narrowed into a line, and they were very excited when they saw them.

That night, Cheng Yimo drank a lot of wine, and the girl who served him drink approached him vaguely, but Cheng Yimo didn't respond.

Mo Qinghan, who was drinking while drinking, finally couldn't bear it anymore, walked to Cheng Yimo's side jealously, and pulled him up: "It's time to go back."

Fang Lixin opened his eyes wide: "It's still early!"

Cheng Yimo could only smirk: "Go back, go back!"

Fang Lixin: "..." These two idiots.

Mo Qinghan narrowed his eyes, feeling that Cheng Yimo's appearance made him very satisfied, and the punishment for going back could be appropriately reduced.

After they walked out of Yihong Courtyard, Cheng Yimo drank too much wine and stumbled while walking. Mo Qinghan had no choice but to squat down: "Come up, I'll carry you."

Being blown by the evening wind like this, Cheng Yimo's thoughts came back a lot. Seeing Mo Qinghan like this, he hooked his neck without thinking, and then leaned on him.

Mo Qinghan walked slowly along the road with his back on his back.

The red lantern shone on his face, while Cheng Yimo leaned on his back.

"Amo."

"Huh?" Cheng Yimo replied confusedly.

Mo Qinghan showed a nostalgic smile: "That time when it rained, my legs and feet were inconvenient, and you carried me like this before, do you remember?"

Cheng Yimo tried his best to remember, but couldn't remember anything, only smirked twice: "I don't remember."

Mo Qinghan's heart sank to the bottom of the sea, something weighed him down.

The red lantern looked very warm, but Mo Qinghan no longer tried to wake up the memory of Cheng Yimo's previous life, but walked slowly on the street.

Cheng Yimo rubbed his back. Because he was drunk, he asked aggrievedly, "Why? I'm so abnormal."

Mo Qinghan turned his face sideways and looked at him from the corner of his eye: "What's wrong?"

"I can't be hard on those girls!" Cheng Yimo felt his heart was bleeding when he said this.

The sadness just now seemed to be swept away, and Mo Qinghan held back his smile fiercely: "But weren't you very energetic in the morning?"

Cheng Yimo's eyes widened, and he tried hard to recall what happened in the morning.

"I wasn't like this before."

Mo Qinghan pursed his lips, suppressing his own smile: "What's that like?"

Cheng Yimo said with righteous words: "My father, he always felt that there was something wrong with my body and forced me to take a lot of medicine, but when I slept with you, he was obviously fine... ..."

Mo Qinghan finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and actually laughed out loud.

Cheng Yimo thought he was kidding himself, and when he regained his senses, he realized what he had said to Mo Qinghan.

He was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to bury himself.

To tell others that he can't be hard on girls, but he can be hard on men?

Cheng Yimo also felt that Mo Qinghan's reaction was simply too weird. Commonly speaking, shouldn't he be ridiculed when encountering such a thing, or avoid it?

Although Mo Qinghan smiled, he didn't feel any discrimination in it at all.

Cheng Yimo sighed melancholy, he might really be bent.

Wait, what does bend mean?

Cheng Yimo couldn't help thinking deeply.