[Comprehensive] White Moonlight's Fancy Whitewashing History

What a hell!

Cheng Yimo remembered this incident very clearly. He was drunk that night and told Mo Qinghan in a high-profile manner that he would give him two rooms of red beans when he found someone he liked.

But only he and Mo Qinghan knew about this matter that day, and they knew so clearly what it was in their minds.

Cheng Yimo was silent for a while: "Why should I give him red beans?"

The system snorted: [There will be a penalty for not completing the main task. ]

Cheng Yimo: "..."

He didn't even want to know what punishment that was.

Seeing that he didn't ask, the system deliberately smiled and told him: [If you can't finish within twelve hours, the punishment is to masturbate once in front of Mo Qinghan. ]

Cheng Yimo trembled twice: "Brother, can we stop making trouble?"

System: [Cannot. ]

In the previous life Jun Yumo called him father a few times, but when he came to Cheng Yimo, he was downgraded instead, and the system expressed his displeasure.

Cheng Yimo doesn't really believe in ghosts and gods, but he believes in what they say, including the punishment it said.

He struggled for a long time, thinking whether to do it or not, at the same time, he suddenly woke up.

The cold wind blowing from the window caused the candles in the room to shake slightly. Cheng Yimo's mind hadn't recovered yet, but he heard the leisurely piano music.

He yawned lazily and thought to himself: Why is Mr. still playing the piano at this hour.

He got down from the bed, walked out of the window within a few steps, looked at Mo Qinghan who was playing the piano under the moon, and couldn't help being stunned for a long time.The moonlight shone coldly on his body, he seemed not afraid of the cold, only wearing a thin spring shirt, the sadness in his eyes was lingering.

The sound of the piano changed, and Cheng Yimo couldn't understand the rhythm, so he couldn't tell what was in it, but he just felt that the tune was scratching his heart a little bit.

It hurts.

He lay by the window and watched Mo Qinghan for a long time, until he came back to his senses, he realized that his body was a little stiff.Cheng Yimo originally planned to find a place to sit down for a while, but when he was moving, he accidentally exerted too much force and fell to the ground.

A sound of 'bang' came from inside the house, Mo Qinghan took the piano back, and looked up at the window.

But Cheng Yimo's waist flashed, and he sat on the ground not daring to move: "Oh, it hurts so much..."

[Stop barking, your man will be here soon. ]

Cheng Yimo's eyes widened. On the one hand, he was surprised that something really entangled him, and on the other hand, he was complicated by the sentence it said, "You man."

"...I can get up by myself."

[Ha ha. ]

Cheng Yimo is particularly not used to these two words recently: "Can you stop telling me haha?"

[Ha ha. ]

Just make him stupid, reincarnate in another life, lose both IQ and EQ.At the same time, when the two of them first partnered, at least Jun Yumo had an IQ.

Cheng Yimo frowned, he couldn't believe that he couldn't move at all, he crawled hard a few times, and immediately burst into tears from the pain.

"...Didn't you just flash a waist!" Cheng Yimo frowned fiercely while wiping his physical tears.

At this moment, Mo Qinghan walked in slowly from the outside, saw Cheng Yimo on the ground, he pursed his lips: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Yimo was so embarrassed that he rolled his eyes: "It's comfortable on the ground."

Mo Qinghan smiled: "How comfortable?"

Cheng Yimo lay flat, spread his hands and feet, forming a large character: "It's so comfortable."

Mo Qinghan sighed helplessly, Ah Mo was always able to dispel the sadness and pain in his heart.Regardless of whether it was in the previous life or the present, he could easily bring him warmth and happiness.

It is always him who affects him.

The smile on the corner of Mo Qinghan's mouth has been constant, since the reunion with Ah Mo, happiness has never diminished.

He carefully supported Cheng Yimo's waist, Cheng Yimo grinned and cried out in pain: "It hurts, take it easy."

Mo Qinghan: "Okay, I'll take it easy."

"No, slow down! My back hurts like hell!" After Cheng Yimo finished speaking, his face turned red instantly, "Bah, bah, what the hell are you talking about!"

Mo Qinghan looked at him with a half-smile.

This appearance made Cheng Yimo's face turn redder, and he was too embarrassed to look at him.

After Mo Qinghan managed to help him to the side of the bed, checked his injuries, and then slowly said a word: "You are... you slipped."

Cheng Yimo couldn't come up in one breath: "I know it's a flashback, can you not be so straightforward?"

Mo Qinghan pursed his lips and smiled, and changed his words: "I hurt my waist."

Cheng Yimo: "..." No matter how I say it, I feel dirty.

Strange, what does dirty mean?

Cheng Yimo frowned, feeling that after Mo Qinghan came to the town, many new words popped up in his mind inexplicably.

And... the thing that was entangled with him.

[Hehe, because I am a ghost. ]

Cheng Yimo trembled twice: [Dude, can you hear what I'm thinking? ]

[can not hear. ]

Cheng Yimo was a little curious: [Then how do you know? ]

[There are all kinds of disgust on your face, I understand. ]

Cheng Yimo: "..." Damn it, this conversation can't go on.

At the moment when Cheng Yimo was distracted, Mo Qinghan brought in a bottle of jade-packed ointment.He put the ointment beside Cheng Yimo: "Twice a day, rub it on the painful place."

It hasn't been long since Ah Mo reunited with him. He originally wanted to help Cheng Yimo wipe it, but he was afraid that it would be bad if he couldn't hold it back.

Cheng Yimo: "You wipe it for me."

Mo Qinghan's eyes became strange, and he stared at him for a long time: "Ah Mo, do you know what you are talking about?"

There is no impurity in Cheng Yimo's eyes, black and white are clear: "I know, I'm injured now, so it's not easy to do it."

The system laughed strangely, Cheng Yimo was a little confused.

There's no way, he just found out that he was bent not long ago, and he's not yet on guard against men.

Mo Qinghan sighed, took back the ointment, and Cheng Yimo over there obediently unbuttoned his clothes.

He was lying naked on the bed. Cheng Yimo looked very good in this life, and his body was also very beautiful.In the dim candlelight, there was a bit of ambiguity for no reason. Mo Qinghan stared at him as if he had been hungry for days, but Cheng Yimo was not at all on guard. Instead, he squinted his eyes and asked, "Is it easy to wipe? How about I pad it?" A pillow."

Mo Qinghan: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cheng Yimo raised his waist without saying a word, and then lay flat on his stomach: "Sir, I'm sorry to trouble you."

With this posture, Mo Qinghan suddenly didn't know where to start. His breathing became heavy, he applied a little ointment, and after rubbing his hands to warm them, he moved closer to Cheng Yimo.

The ointment was not cold, it was Mo Qinghan's hands that were cold.

Cheng Yimo flinched and quickly adapted to the temperature.

Mo Qinghan wiped it for the first time, on the area below his waist and close to his buttocks.Cheng Yimo yelled twice: "It's not where I got hurt!"

"..." Mo Qinghan asked, "Where is the injury?"

Cheng Yimo opened his eyes and tried to show him with his fingers: "Here is the waist."

Mo Qinghan laughed weirdly, even the thing in his head laughed weirdly, Cheng Yimo felt very weird.

It's just that the gentleman has a half-smile look, which looks really nice.And the thing in my mind is more direct, it's completely watching the fool's laughter.

Cheng Yimo felt uncomfortable, but this night, there were always very few servants in the bookstore, where could he find servants and doctors to help him apply the medicine!

Seeing that Mo Qinghan hadn't moved, although Cheng Yimo knew this, he said: "Sir, hurry up, I'll wait if I can't find the location, so I have to ask the boy to wipe it for me."

Mo Qinghan's face darkened: "Who do you want to find?"

Cheng Yimo narrowed his eyes and recalled: "There are a lot of servants in the Cheng family, even maids. They are gentle and wipe lightly, so it won't hurt."

"I'm sure, I'm the doctor."

Cheng Yimo was a little surprised, and tried to look at him: "Sir or doctor? That's amazing!"

It's just that the smile on his face blinded Cheng Yimo's eyes, tsk...you can tell he's angry just by looking at it.

Mo Qinghan applied some ointment, and rubbed it on the place where Cheng Yimo was injured, which happened to be the sensitive part of Cheng Yimo. Mo Qinghan's strength was neither heavy nor light, and he didn't even feel too much pain.

With just a few more wipes, Cheng Yimo's breathing became heavier.

His eyes were red: "Sir, can you wipe it faster."

Mo Qinghan lowered his eyes: "Don't worry, take your time with this injury, wipe it a few more times."

Cheng Yimo's forced smile: "It's...really?"

The movements of Mo Qinghan's hands became even more seductive, touching his heart, making Cheng Yimo feel itchy.

"You must listen to what the doctor says." Mo Qinghan said.

Cheng Yimo smiled wryly: "...that's the reason."

But when Mo Qinghan touched it, he became hard, which was very embarrassing.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down the restlessness. Although the lights in the room were dark, Mo Qinghan could still see it.

The touch of his hands made him fondle admiringly. Mo Qinghan watched him blushing and shrunk his body trying to hide, his eyes deepened: "Your injury can't move, lie down for a few days."

Cheng Yimo said yes, but then remembered that task, if he failed to do it well, he would be punished!

His face became ugly, and when he slowly got up, he was suddenly kissed by Mo Qinghan.

This kiss was very deep and lasted for a long time. He hooked him fiercely, and their breaths were also entangled.Cheng Yimo was so dazed by the kiss, when he opened his eyes to look at Mo Qinghan, he found that his eyes were red.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became more ambiguous, Cheng Yimo moved his eyes away, because if he stared at him at this time, something bad might happen.

Mo Qinghan's eyes flickered darkly, after all he just sighed: "The night is very deep, go to sleep."

He won't force him, not yet.

Cheng Yimo's hanging heart relaxed, and he moved the bed a little bit away: "Sleep."

Mo Qinghan's eyes were glued to his body all the time. Although Cheng Yimo invited him on his own initiative, he knew that was not what he meant.He stood up and put the ointment on the bedside: "I'm not sleepy, it will be dawn soon, you go to sleep."

After speaking, he went straight out.

The candle over there became brighter, and Cheng Yimo knew he was reading a book.

The drowsiness was heavy, but the desire was even stronger. Cheng Yimo was hesitant to use his hands once, but the only thing he was struggling with was that Mo Qinghan was still outside at the moment.

[Want to do the punishment first so soon?It seems that he does not want to complete the task. ]

When Cheng Yimo heard this, he suddenly lay dead on the bed, and refused to masturbate even once.

Because, shame.

·

It was almost noon when Cheng Yimo woke up.

I don't know what ointment it is, but the next day it didn't hurt too much.The only point is that you can't walk for too long, otherwise your waist will still be unbearable.

The sun shone on the courtyard of the book house, and it was very warm during the day, not at all like at night.

Cheng Yimo walked out the door and went to the yard, where he found Mo Qinghan sitting on a stone bench holding a black and white chess piece.The tree shadows are mottled, falling on the stone table, like a picture scroll.

Cheng Yimo thought of a word all of a sudden, the years are good.

Whether it was when Mo Qinghan was playing the piano, or sitting outside playing chess alone, there was a sense of happiness.

Cheng Yimo stuck on his crutches and carefully lowered his voice, but Mo Qinghan still noticed it.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Cheng Yimo, full of cherishment: "Does your waist hurt anymore?"

If others dared to say that, Cheng Yimo would definitely turn his back on him immediately, but Mo Qinghan was different, there was no flirting or joking in it, it was all about caring and cherishing.

This man... Ever since he came to his house as a teacher, the loneliness in his body has disappeared.

Seven years ago, when Cheng Yimo was only nine years old, he actually met him.

Although there is only a small impression, that person is indeed Mo Qinghan.

He was lonely and frowning, as if he had lost something important, and his soul died with that thing.

Just looking at him, Cheng Yimo felt pain in his heart. He was still young at that time, and he came out with Master Cheng. He wanted to go and have a look, but Master Cheng grabbed him: "Ah Mo, don't go around Run around."

Little Cheng Yimo looked at him, and said disappointedly: "Oh."

He was too far away from him, and Cheng Yimo felt that even if he called him, he would definitely not be able to convey it.

Besides, he had no idea who he was, what his name was, or where he came from.

So Cheng Yimo could only stare blankly in the teahouse on the second floor, looking at Mo Qinghan as if he was looking for something, as if he had lost his soul.

When he sneaked out of this place the next day, he found that Mo Qinghan had gone and left the town.

Cheng Yimo was full of disappointment. He thought he would never meet Mo Qinghan again, but who knew that seven years later, when he was 16 years old, Mo Qinghan would come to this town again.

He walked in the rain, just like seven years ago, which made him feel uneasy.

So, he handed him an umbrella.

Maybe it's fate.

The memories came to an end, Cheng Yimo showed a smirk.

Seeing him smiling so happily, Mo Qinghan didn't ask any questions, but said, "Ah Mo, come and listen to me playing the piano."

Cheng Yimo asked suspiciously, "Have you stopped playing chess, sir?"

Mo Qinghan shook his head: "It's not interesting to go down alone."

Cheng Yimo smiled: "So it's more interesting to play the piano for me? I can't understand the rhythm, but my husband still likes to play for me."

Mo Qinghan lowered his eyes, wanting to tell him the reason.

——Because, those were the last words he said to Ah Mo in the previous life before he left.

So this event means a lot to him.

Cheng Yimo didn't ask any more, but sat on the stone bench, narrowed his eyes, and was ready to listen to the piano at any time.

Seeing him like this, Mo Qinghan couldn't help but laugh.The qin was by his side, and it took him a moment to take it out. The breeze blew past, and Mo Qinghan looked at him, and gently plucked the strings.

Ah Mo, do you still remember the wish we made in Jimo?

I wish to grow old with Ah Mo forever.

Second, I wish Ah Mo a long and healthy life.

Three wishes that Ah Mo can stay away from those sufferings forever.

He has already achieved one, and although Ah Mo no longer remembers him after reincarnation, he has become much happier.

There are two left... Mo Qinghan closed his eyes slightly, and whispered softly: "Ah Mo, I hope you can live a long and healthy life, and grow old together with you."

Cheng Yimo suddenly opened his eyes: "Sir, what did you just say?"

His voice was too low, covered by the sound of the wind and the piano, Mo Qinghan smiled softly: "Not at all."

Cheng Yimo let out a sigh of disappointment, then closed his eyes and listened carefully.

Recently, this thing has become one of his favorite things.

Just sitting next to him and listening to the sound of the piano, one can feel great happiness.

Cheng Yimo soon fell into it and fell asleep slowly.When he woke up, Mo Qinghan was still playing the piano, but he was so obsessed inside that he completely exposed his thoughts.

Cheng Yimo doesn't understand the rhythm, and he doesn't think about it at all. It's just that he doesn't like reading all the year round, but he is very interested in the sound of the piano.

"Sir, can you teach me to play the piano?"

Cheng Yimo's eyes are bright, like a young sun full of vigor.

Mo Qinghan was slightly taken aback, then nodded with a smile.

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two was very good. Seeing Mo Qinghan's smile, even Cheng Yimo laughed along with him unconsciously.

[Ding—remind the host that there are still three hours before the end of the mission. ]

Cheng Yimo's crutch fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes widened: [Isn't it?I remember I received the task late last night. ]

[Hmph, you were dawdling, I shortened it by two hours. ]

Cheng Yimo choked a mouthful of blood in his throat.

Cheng Yimo's reaction made Mo Qinghan's eyes a little more inquisitive.

At this moment, Cheng Yimo stood up suddenly: "Sir, I want to give you two rooms of red beans!"

In the courtyard of the Shulu, as well as the servants in the past and sweeping the floor, Cheng Yimo said this sentence loudly, like... It feels like a confession.

The movements of the servants slowed down, but they silently lowered their heads.

They just pretended not to see what happened to their master.

Mo Qinghan narrowed his eyes, and asked with interest: "Where is the red bean?"

Cheng Yimo didn't expect him to react like this, and was a little confused.

Mo Qinghan repeated again: "Where is the red bean?"

Cheng Yimo said tremblingly, "I'm going to buy it!"