[Jin Guang] [Mo Qiao] I don't know

Like stepping away from the iPad for a second.Qiao Rulai walked into the kitchen, and saw a bowl of plain noodles on the counter, and she could still feel the warmth of the bowl when she picked it up.He stood there silently for a while, then came out with the bowl in his hand, and sat opposite Mo Cangli.

"Thank you."

He whispered, and then ate without looking up.

Qiao Rulai didn't dare to confirm whether Mo Cangli raised his head from the iPad or not.The unspeakable emotion in my heart filled my chest like a crazily growing vine, I couldn't figure out the clues, I couldn't distinguish the cause, but a single thought had already entangled my heart so hard that I couldn't breathe.

After all, I can't say.

5. Five waves of microorganisms

Five waves of microbiology

It finally rained that night.

When the two left the Zhaitang, there were scattered raindrops, and the two quickened their pace and walked all the way to the guest room. When the rain was already heavy, they hurried into the house to shelter from the rain before they had time to say anything.Qiao Rulai took out a towel and wiped her wet hair. While wiping, she thought of the person next door. She felt that the other person should at least have this kind of survival wisdom. At the same time, she thought of the way Mo Cangli looked at the iPad all day—otherwise, how could the doctor of the underworld... I have to find someone to water the flowers.

But no matter what, he and Mo Cangli are just two people who are a little more familiar than "stranger", and they can't even talk about the word "friend", so naturally there is no reason to worry.

Qiao Tathagata cut off her thoughts and took out an idle book from her luggage to read.The rain outside is getting heavier, and the patter is non-stop. I am afraid that the peaches and plums in the mountains will be defeated after this rain.

Just before he was about to go to sleep, there were two knocks on the door.He froze for a moment, then heard a silent voice outside the door:

"Pretty as you come."

"Mr. Mo?" Qiao Rulai hurried to open the door, forgetting that the towel was still on her head.Mo Cangli outside the door was holding an umbrella, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw his appearance.

"It's raining in my house."

"Hey?"

"Just on the top of the bed, half of the bed was wet, and I couldn't sleep."

Qiao Rulai let Mo Cangli in first, and said, "Should I go and find the master and the others..."

"It's so late, I'm afraid it's inconvenient, and this temple doesn't have many guest rooms. Do you want someone to rummage through the bedding in the middle of the night?" Mo Cangli said in a flat tone, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, "Why don't you just leave the room in the temple?" Make do with your side."

Qiao Rulai said "yes" before realizing what this sentence meant.He couldn't say anything else at once, and it took him a long time before he whispered:

"Then, I'll make a floor shop..."

"I don't want to freeze Xinghua's students to death."

"Eh, this..."

Qiao Rulai was still thinking of words, but Mo Cangli quickly took off the outer thick clothes and occupied half of the bed first:

"Come up."

"……Yes."

The temple was simple and crude, and the bed could never be spacious enough, but it was barely enough for the two of them to lie side by side.Qiao Tathagata lay motionless on her side, trying her best to keep a little space.The guest quilts can't resist the dampness in the mountains, even if the whole body is wrapped in the cold, it still invades through the cracks, licking all the way from the skin joints to the bone cracks.And the person behind him turned over - the gap that was less than a punch before became almost gone.

"Hiding so far, aren't you cold?"

The sound seemed to ring in the ear.Qiao Rulai instinctively fought a cold war.The rain in the spring night kept coming down, sweeping away the drowsiness like annoying tinnitus.

wrong.And the heartbeat and breathing of another human being.

"Mr. Mo,..."

"I'm not afraid of falling."

As he spoke, he put a hand on his shoulder and dragged him in - now they are almost stuck together.Qiao Tathagata held her breath.

"Mind? Dislike? Is it so bad? Don't forget that I am old enough to be your teacher."

"……Do not."

There was a slight tremor in the denial.Mo Cangli's body is not that hot - it's hard to imagine how high body temperature a person with his temper would have, but on such a night, a little bit of temperature is so precious, the body tends to the heat source almost instinctively, Qiao Rulai almost Only by tensing every muscle can I avoid being too rude.

They've never been this close.never.

The person behind him hummed in a low voice, maybe it was the negative answer, or maybe it was a random breathy sound in the sleepiness.The man's arms still fell on his waist.Qiao Rulai was still lying on her side motionless, and heard the breathing behind her gradually becoming light, long and steady.

Just holding him like this, Mo Cangli fell asleep.

— Inevitably, he had a dream.

It's still the empty place.It was as if something had been cut out of nowhere from the darkness, and a little light was put in, just enough to outline the outline of a dead tree in the center.On it, countless glazed beads are strung together and clanging in the surging smoke.

The man sat under the tree as usual, holding a mirror in his hand.Seeing him coming, he stopped cleaning the mirror for a moment and said something.

what?

Everything is too quiet like a muted video.He couldn't hear, took a step forward, carefully confirmed,

what did you say?

The man's lips opened and closed, as if he was repeating, or as if he was saying something that disappointed him.

--can not hear.Still out of hearing.

He said, rushing forward, even though the distance still seemed so far away.

What are you talking about, Master?

Now the man finally stood up.He looked at him, his gaze was like a silk thread, soft and tough, thrown from eternity.Then he turned around, the dark green cloak was floating in the smoke, and the glass beads were ringing frantically.

The man walked towards the deeper darkness in front of him like this, without looking back.

Master!

He hurried to catch up, but his footsteps were extremely heavy as if he was bound by something.

do not go.

Please don't go.

I haven't heard what you want to say.What's more, there are too many things I haven't learned, too many things I haven't told you, too many things I want to share with you——

He insisted on walking forward, while the glazed tree behind him gradually, the boundless darkness engulfed them together.

No, not them.

In the end, he was the only one left staggering forward in this inexhaustible situation.

Is this the worst possible outcome?or the best?Does this reassure me instead?Does this free you, or is it just wishful thinking on my part?

I don't know, Master.

Our time together was too short for me to be sure of the answer to either question.And you, who never speak out simply and directly, will never give me any straightforward answers.

However, I still—

When Qiao Rulai wakes up, it will be dawn, the rain will stop at some point, and the faint morning light will soak the small room like a deep blue lake.Mo Cangli's face was in front of him.For some reason, the two have already slept in such a hugging position, like the most intimate couple, sharing body temperature and breath without any scruples.

Such an unreal illusion.

Qiao Rulai looked at Mo Cangli without moving.That face looked so soft in the dim light, no one would believe that his personality was so sharp if he just looked at his appearance.He was reluctant to look away, and even held his breath subconsciously, for fear that this moment would be suddenly destroyed by something.Now he is here: peaceful.Intact.alive.

Even if I pray for thousands of years before the Buddha, I never dare to hope that I can still have this moment.

He stretched out his hand like a ghost, almost touching the man's cheek, and then stopped at the last moment.Then he got up in a hurry and left the room as if fleeing.

And Mo Cangli was still asleep.

On that day, Qiao Tathagata reorganized the drawing board and began to outline the outline of the mural on the other side. It wasn't until the sky darkened that it turned out that a day had passed.The outline of the drawing was indeed more than half completed, and he felt his muscles ache when he relaxed, and he could hardly lift his wrist—it was hard not to use too much force after standing for a whole day with full concentration.He moved his shoulders and neck slowly for a while before walking towards the dining hall, thinking that all this was nothing, and there was no need to bother others.

But the lights were off.He went in and turned on the light, leaving the room empty.Qiao Rulai finished cooking the simple food, but the other person still didn't show up.

With vague confidence, he thought that the other party might be writing a manuscript and went back to the guest room.And the door there was ajar, and the luggage was gone.

6. Six wines are also poured

six wines

Shi Junzi noticed that something was wrong with his eldest son, it was after Qiao Rulai returned from his internship in the temple.The so-called wrong is not particularly wrong: he just shut himself in the room and buried himself in painting after returning home.At first glance, it may seem that the good student who has always worked hard is trying harder, but the father still instinctively senses that something seems to be going on.He thought about it, and finally decided to go to a hot spring hotel for vacation next weekend, so as to promote family harmony.

It happened that Xiaokong, who happened to be at home during the spring break in the magic world, had green hair on his head, and expressed strong opposition to this decision: "The time is not right, Dad, what hot springs are there in spring. And this is What kind of old-fashioned family activities? If you want to go, you should take your cousin there anyway, it’s still a bit youthful."

"I would like to take your uncle and cousin there, but unfortunately Luo Bi is still angry because of working overtime...Xiao Kong, you keep saying that you are busy and you haven't come back for a long time, so you really don't want to go together? It's the coldest time of spring Soaking in the hot spring is very warm."

Shi Yanwen worked hard to recommend the itinerary to his second son, and his professionalism was comparable to that of a member of a travel agency.As a result, the third child couldn't listen anymore: "Second brother, don't be awkward, who always complained that father didn't have time to accompany us?"

Xiao Kong "cut": "We originally said that we would go to the band to rehearse."

"And Taurus respect them? Wait,