[Comprehensive] White Moonlight's Fancy Whitewashing History

it's raining outside.

Cheng Yimo was lying on the warm blanket, but Mo Qinghan was with him.

The body temperature of the two made the already warm bed a little hot, Cheng Yimo rubbed against his arms, really didn't want to get up at all.

It's been really, really depraved lately.

Mo Qinghan smiled slightly, kissed the tear mole at the corner of his eye, but said nothing.

It's rare to stay in bed with him.

The sound of the rain is getting louder and louder, making the already cold weather a little more humid.This period of time was so happy, it was as beautiful as a dream.Mo Qinghan was convinced that Ah Mo was by his side when he hugged him and felt the warmth.

"Why don't you go to the piano shop, sir?"

"You hugged me and shouted the cold all night, and you couldn't leave."

Cheng Yimo suddenly opened his eyes, his face was hot, he couldn't believe that such teasing words came from Mo Qinghan's mouth.

Cheng Yimo was still a little skeptical: "... I really said so?"

Mo Qinghan chuckled: "Yes."

Telling him with a smile like this has no credibility at all.Cheng Yimo wanted to sleep for a while, but now he is fully awake: "Go to the piano shop, I will go with you."

Mo Qinghan rubbed his fingers against his palm: "I want to accompany you."

His voice was still cold, but in Cheng Yimo's ears, it was cloyingly sweet.

"It's almost thirty again."

When Cheng Yimo thought about it, it was true, he narrowed his eyes sleepily and asked: "...it seems to be coming soon."

Not only depraved, but also in a coma.

Cheng Yimo shook his head and wanted to get up, but it was raining outside, and the warm coals last night had long since burned out.

The moment he came into contact with the cold air, Cheng Yimo withdrew his body again.

cold.

Still the warmest around Mr.

Mo Qinghan also got up, but his purpose was completely different from Cheng Yimo's.He pulled Cheng Yimo to sink together, and kissed him.When the tip of his tongue touched, it was as if two souls collided, and Cheng Yimo trembled all over.

He became so sensitive, all thanks to the person around him.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yimo's face became hot, and he bit him back unceremoniously when he kissed.

……

Today is thirty, and the rain stopped that day, as if God gave them a clear night.Cheng Yimo and Mo Qinghan live far away, but they can still see the fireworks at night.

It's just that the sound of firecrackers was much quieter, Cheng Yimo felt a little deserted, and couldn't help muttering: "Why don't you go to Fang's house to celebrate the New Year next time?"

Mo Qinghan felt a little sorry for Cheng Yimo, it was because of him that Cheng Yimo didn't get so close to those people.

Few love and love love, get along all these years without exception.

Except... Ah Mo.

Mo Qinghan is still not completely sure that the cruel heaven actually gave him such a person, who will not be affected by his miserable fate and can always be by his side.

"Next time you go."

Cheng Yimo's eyes widened, won't Mr. go with him?

What's the point of the new year!

Cheng Yimo shook his head: "I still like to spend time with you."

Whether it was a lie or not, the little entanglement in Mo Qinghan's heart quickly dissipated.He thought, how could there be such a person as Ah Mo in this world, every sentence and every word he said touched his heartstrings.

Mo Qinghan's eyes flickered, wishing he could hold him in his arms.

But today is New Year's Eve anyway, Mo Qinghan can only calm down by himself.

"Ah."

He saw the gentle smile in Mo Qinghan's eyes, and thought of the people he saw in those pictures.

Desperate, lonely, full of loneliness.

I don't even trust anyone anymore, wandering alone in the world.

Such a person can turn into a twisted finger, and his previous life was quite powerful.Cheng Yimo was not ashamed, but proud, with a warm smile in his eyes.Still immersed in his own thoughts, he smiled sweetly.

Helplessness flashed across Mo Qinghan's eyes, and he poured him a glass of wine: "Drink something to warm yourself up."

Cheng Yimo came back to his senses, holding the cup in both hands, only showing a pair of cat-like pupils.

Every year we spend thirty together.

Okay.

He doesn't need to ask, he can get the answer.

Of course it is 'good'.

The author has something to say: It’s all over, thank you for your company, bow~

For the little angel who collected the new article "You Know Nothing About Beauty", the opening of the pit may be at the end of May and the beginning of June.

I'm a bit busy this month, I'm doing defenses, I want to work on my next book~

Chirp, see you next time~