[Comprehensive] White Moonlight's Fancy Whitewashing History

Cheng Yimo wanted to walk to Mo Qinghan's side, but he couldn't step in no matter what.

Hearing Mo Qinghan's words, he retorted subconsciously: "Nonsense!"

Mo Qinghan could only look at him helplessly and dotingly. If he was in Nanqu Town, he would do anything to keep Ah Mo by his side, but after a reincarnation, he brought his memory to find Cheng Yimo. , Mo Qinghan found himself changed.

Because he knows the suffering of reincarnation and knows that Ah Mo will never remember what happened before them no matter what, so he cherishes it all the more.

Every life, I want to be with him.

Listen to the piano, drink tea, laugh and talk about Fengyue, and travel around the world.

Just thinking about it makes me feel wonderful.

Mo Qinghan said: "I don't want to cross the soul anymore, I just want to be with you forever."

Cheng Yimo's breath was suffocated: "Then let me go to your side, I will be with you forever!"

"I have caused you so far, and I have created all this land, Ah Mo... What if I am really the monster they say?"

The rain was getting heavier, the thunder was roaring, and Mo Qinghan couldn't even see Mo Qinghan's expression when he said these words.He wanted to go to him, but at this moment, he felt a splitting headache, as if something was about to be broken.

[Main task three: Past. ]

Cheng Yimo's eyes widened: [What about task two? ]

[finished. ]

He clutched his aching forehead, almost couldn't stand up, and his whole body fell into the rain.His consciousness fell into a coma, and when he fell, the mud stained his white cheeks, which looked shocking.

Mo Qinghan panicked, broke through the barrier and walked to Cheng Yimo's side, only to hear him whispering: "Sir...don't let go of my hand."

Mo Qinghan's mouth was full of bitterness, and he grabbed his hand.

At this moment, Cheng Yimo murmured again: "Don't leave me alone."

But Mo Qinghan couldn't reply him, fearing that his momentary soft-heartedness would make him fall into that fate.

Even when he fell asleep, he couldn't help frowning, as if he was having a nightmare.

Mo Qinghan hugged him, and in the heavy rain, only a silent sigh remained.

·

Entering the world of previous memories, Cheng Yimo is dreaming.

He was walking on a small bridge with flowing water and a beautiful town. It seemed that it had just rained here, and the road was a bit slippery.

Pictures flashed before his eyes, and 678 explained to Cheng Yimo in the simplest language: "Nanqu Town, Yin Zimo, Cheng Dongyou, the first life."

He rescued a man by the water, that man had the eyes of a beast, and when he woke up, his eyes were full of distrust and defense.

"I saved you, now you need to rest."

The boy's memory became confused, because he had just crossed his soul, he didn't show the gentle smile he used to, which made the other party feel good.

Instinctively doubt and guard.

This picture began to dissipate, the boy gradually turned into a young man, Cheng Yimo saw him standing in front of the grave, his eyes were full of despair.

"Why are you different from them and want to protect me until you die?"

678 made another ear-piercing sound, and Cheng Yimo saw the same town, his face was covered with mud, and he used his body to block the stones for a person.

"Nanqu Town, Jun Yumo, Wen Changfeng, the second generation."

In this life, he called him Mr. Wen Changfeng taught him how to play the piano.

Life in Wen's house was extremely happy, Cheng Yimo couldn't help laughing when he saw that Wen Changfeng was really jealous and gave him a room full of red beans.

Another picture, under the heavy rain, he asked himself in despair: "Are you afraid? Do you think I...disgusting?"

Cheng Yimo's heart trembled, how similar this picture was to today.

The husband said that he had hurt him, but the one who was hurt the most was always the husband himself.

Before he could say those words, he fell into a deep sleep.

The time for reminiscing about the past is running out, 678's forehead is dripping with sweat, and he wants to present more things to this fool as soon as possible, but he has no time to explain them one by one.

Then the screen changed again: "The third life, Xiao Xuzhi."

He saw himself squatting down, carrying the disabled child on his back, and said to him tenderly, "Xuzhi, I'll take you home."

Xiao Xuzhi seemed to be crying, his eyes were full of tears, he would not see the people behind him while walking in front.

They were holding umbrellas and walking in the rain, but his footsteps were extremely steady, and the direction he was walking was exactly the way home.

"Fourth, Wangshu Sword Spirit, Mo Qinghan."

In Taiyi Immortal Path, Mo Qinghan kissed Wang Shujian, his eyes were full of despair and pain, but he still told him softly: "Ah Mo, I'm here to find you, you should enter reincarnation."

Cheng Yimo had never heard these words before, and he woke up suddenly. When he woke up, for some reason, his face was already full of tears.

678 seemed to have exhausted all his energy, stopped talking, and slowly fell silent.

And Mo Qinghan, who was looking back at Cheng Yimo, gave a manly look and his eyes were red from crying.

"You said you would come to find me! That's why I entered reincarnation with confidence!"

Mo Qinghan was full of astonishment: "Ah Mo, how much do you remember?"

Cheng Yimo pursed his lips and looked at him stubbornly: "You want to leave?"

Mo Qinghan said hoarsely: "...No."

This word comes from the heart, and there is no lie at all.

Those pictures were both warm and painful, and every time he looked at them, he felt endless pain.That kind of familiarity made Cheng Yimo believe everything at once, it was not an illusion, it was all real.

Mo Qinghan looked at him, his eyes flickering: "Ah Mo, how much do you remember?"

This is the second time he asked a question, and Cheng Yimo's voice was only choked up: "Not much, but enough to connect things together!"

Countless reunions and separations lead to the present.

Cheng Yimo hugged him, full of fear and trembling.

·

It rained almost overnight and was still falling the next morning.

Cheng Yimo applied medicine to the wound on his knee, and went to serve Master Cheng very early.

No matter how much he beat and scolded this time, Cheng Yimo didn't move a bit, and didn't argue.Originally, he wanted Mo Qinghan to give him his pulse, but Master Cheng refused to let him get close at all.

Cheng Yimo had no choice but to tell Mo Qinghan his symptoms and secretly prepared medicine for him.

Drugs can only alleviate the disease of decay, but it is even more difficult to cure it.

As the days passed, Master Cheng's condition became more and more serious. Sometimes he even beat and scolded Cheng Yimo in his illness to make him obedient, but after being beaten and scolded, Cheng Yimo still insisted on going his own way.

Not long after, Fang Lixin came to the door.

"Is there a problem?"

The Cheng Yimo that Fang Lixin saw was quite different from the past, as if something had settled down, making him calm down a lot.

But he was very thin and very pale.

Fang Lixin said, "My family is leaving here."

Cheng Yimo was startled: "Where are you going?"

Fang Lixin lowered his head: "That place seems to be called Qinchuan. After I go there, I may never see you again."

Cheng Yimo and Fang Lixin have been on good terms since they were young, and seeing him had to leave this place today, he is still very sad: "Which place is Qinchuan, do you have the detailed address?"

Fang Lixin explained the address in detail, then smiled again: "It is said that my unmarried lady is in Qinchuan."

Cheng Yimo also showed a smile: "It's time for you to get married too."

Fang Lixin went to Qinchuan when he was a child, and he had a good impression of this place: "Our ancestors belonged to Qinchuan, but we came here because of the war disaster on the way, and now my father wants to return to his roots. It is a beautiful place. You can go there Will definitely like it."

"I can't go now."

Fang Lixin remembered that Master Cheng was still on the sick bed, and comforted him: "Don't be too sad, last time I heard you said that you wanted to leave this town, I even collected some beautiful places for you."

Cheng Yimo's smile was somewhat lonely: "Those places may not be possible, but I must go to Qinchuan."

It was the place where he and his husband used to live, so I kind of miss it.

Fang Lixin chuckled twice: "I've already made up my mind. When I have a baby, if it's a daughter, I'll call it Fang Ruqin. If it's a son, I'll call it Fang Lansheng. How about it? Sounds good!"

Cheng Yimo joked: "It seems that you like your siblings very much."

Fang Lixin was unhappy: "Call me sister-in-law!"

Cheng Yimo: "..." He is already a mature man, and he doesn't want to talk with such naive people as Fang Lixin.

Afterwards, the Fang family moved out, and the already small town became even more deserted.

This winter, Cheng Yimo did not wait for the family reunion, but waited for the news of the death of his two brothers.

One died at the hands of bandits, and the other died after being framed.

Although His Majesty quickly restored his innocence, the two lives were dead after all.

The Cheng family was gloomy for a while, Cheng Yimo kept the secret tightly and endured all the pain.

Master Cheng's consciousness became more and more confused, and he called his three sons by their names all day long.

"Father, eldest brother and second brother are temporarily busy, and you won't be able to come back after your birthday this year."

Master Cheng's death became more and more serious day by day. Hearing Cheng Yimo's words, he coughed fiercely: "These two unfilial sons! I told them to come back early! They still want to delay!"

Cheng Yimo felt uncomfortable, but he didn't say a word.

He sat by the bed, watching Master Cheng coughing up his lungs, and couldn't help but tremble.

The eldest brother is dead, the second brother is dead, and even the father is going to die...

Who can he blame?Sir?

[I said that once you get out of our control and become a person of this world, you cannot escape the influence of these things. ]

Cheng Yimo has obtained the greatest cruelty in the world, he thought, if he was a husband, he would also hate the sky fiercely.

Those things added to him are really too heavy.

It's winter, Master Cheng failed to survive his fiftieth birthday, and fell asleep all winter.

Cheng Yimo hugged his body and cried for a long time, his eyes were red and swollen, and his voice was hoarse, until he couldn't cry anymore.And Mo Qinghan was always by his side, guarding him quietly.

On the second day of Master Cheng's death, his second brother came back. It turned out that he was not dead but was seriously injured, but he came back too late and could never see Master Cheng for the last time.

In the early spring of March, a year had passed since Mo Qinghan came to Cheng's house. Cheng Yimo packed his bags and prepared to leave the town.

His second brother was very reluctant to let him go, no matter what he said.

And Cheng Yimo just smiled at him: "Second brother, I just went out to have a look, and I will come back."

The second brother Cheng has been holding him and crying. The younger brother will not lie, he knows that the younger brother will never come back.

On the first day of his father's seventh day, his younger brother had a fever, and he heard Cheng Yimo yelling in a daze that he would bring disaster to the Cheng family.

Brother Cheng's eyes turned red from crying: "Ah Mo, I don't beg you to come back, but you must have a good life."

He stared at the man beside Cheng Yimo. This is the man who abducted his younger brother. Brother Cheng thought he was an eyesore.

And Mo Qinghan's face showed no displeasure, instead he lowered his eyes, no matter how many murderous eyes Cheng's second brother cast, he would hold onto Cheng Yimo's hand tightly.

Cheng Yimo embarked on the way out of the town, and there was a letter from Master Cheng in his backpack.

"Ah Mo, dad agrees."

This was the only sentence left by his father, Cheng Yimo's eyes turned red, and soon he forced a smile again.

He didn't want to cry anymore, even if the future was slim, he had to force himself to laugh.

The author has something to say: there are three final chapters left.There may be a few more chapters~

From Yin Zimo, to Jun Yumo, to Cheng Yimo, for Ah Mo, there are three generations.

Then there are Mr. Cheng Dongyou, Wen Changfeng, Xiao Xuzhi, Mo Qinghan.

There are subtle differences in the personalities of each stage, but they are the happiest now.