I heard you don't know Mary Sue? [Transmigration Book]

In the novel "Charming Love: Young Masters, Don't Be Too Bad", Weiai Orphanage is the place where Feng Mo and Fang Xiaoqiao grew up together. Tian just lived close to her family, and she often went to play with the children in the orphanage. Later, when her parents died, she occasionally went to live there.

The best memories of the original owner, Feng Mo, are here, because the dean loves him and Fang Xiaoqiao very much. In fact, his life in the orphanage was not very difficult. Over the years, some people expressed their desire to adopt him, but Feng Mo couldn’t let him go. The long and sweet days, always unwilling to leave.

After Feng Wulin arrived at the orphanage, he went straight in, and found Feng Mo in the small garden, sitting on a deck chair with his arms around his knees.In order to find out the reason why Amo suffers from personality disorder, he came here specially, but the director of the orphanage has passed away, and most of the children who lived with Feng Mo have left here, Feng Wulin didn't get any clues.

Feng Mo squatted on the bench with his knees hugged, buried his face in his arms, and remained motionless.He didn't like to do this movement before, because it felt uncomfortable, but... this is the movement Feng Mo is used to doing.Since he wants to take over everything from him, the habits must also be [-]% similar.

Feng Wulin stopped in front of Feng Mo, bent down and held the other's shoulder, and called him in a low voice, "Amo, I'm here."

Feng Mo raised his head slowly, and the moment he saw Feng Wulin, he threw himself into the opponent's arms with tears in his eyes, wrapping his hands around the young man's back and sobbing softly.When Feng Wulin was hugged, his whole body froze for a moment. He subconsciously wanted to push him away, but he immediately reacted and stopped his movements. He put his hands on Feng Mo's back and patted him lightly, "It's okay. I'm here .”

Feng Mo lightly jumped onto the reclining chair, squatted down, the movements were exactly the same as what Feng Mo did just now, looked down at the two people who were embracing each other, blinked his dark eyes stupidly, and looked up at the moon in the sky.His already pale face was almost transparent under the moonlight, and his whole soul was so pale that it gave the illusion that it would dissipate at any time.A full moon was reflected in the pitch-black eyes, which were empty without any emotion.

"I thought you didn't even want me anymore." Feng Mo wailed, he snuggled tightly into Feng Wulin's arms, clutching the other's coat with both hands, trembling all over. "I have nothing but you. Don't go."

Feng Wulin patted Feng Mo's back comfortingly, stretched out his hand to pull the other's hand down, pushed him away a little and let him sit back on the chair, while he sat on the side and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, "It's okay, Amo .I'm back." He just repeated this sentence, helping Feng Mo wipe away the tears from his face, his expression confused.

Probably because he was too tired from a business trip recently, even though the boy was staying in his arms well, he always felt empty and hurt, as if something had been forgotten by him.

Feng Mo looked at Feng Wulin's gentle movements, tilted his head and rested his chin, quietly listening to the conversation between the two, then raised his hands to look at the cyanosis on his fingertips, he is used to this every time he has negative emotions Look at his hands, and then tell himself that time may be running out and he should cherish it, and he can cheer himself up after persuading himself. This is a habit formed in his previous life.

Feng Mo's mood was finally soothed by Feng Wulin, he calmed down, hugged the other's arm, and his expression was dependent, Feng Wulin had no choice but to let him hold him, and took the boy to get up and walk out the door.

Feng Mo still squatted on the chair without moving, looked at the backs of the two standing, curled his fingers, seemed a little hesitant, and then spoke hoarsely after a pause: "Feng... Wu Lin."

His intonation is still not very accurate, and his voice is a bit vague because of the soft nasal sound, but his dark eyes are full of seriousness.

He focused on watching the young man walk away unknowingly, jumped off the chair and put his hands in his pockets to follow quietly. From time to time, the shadow of Stepping Feng Wulin floated past, as if nothing had happened.

It was past eight o'clock when we arrived at Feng's house, the dinner that Feng Wulin had called to the restaurant owned by Feng's before had arrived, he ordered the servant to arrange the food, and took Feng Mo to the dining room for dinner.

Feng Wulin's face was always gloomy, Feng Mo smiled and asked a few times, but he only answered in a gentle tone, reassuring the other party not to think too much, and gave Feng Mo a chopstick of green pepper and bitter gourd.

Feng Mo wrinkled his face looking at the bitter gourds on the plate, he didn't touch the bitter gourds after eating the green peppers, he was very picky eater, he never ate this kind of bitter vegetables.

Feng Wulin didn't seem to have any appetite. He only drank a bowl of soup and stopped eating. Seeing that Feng Mo kept putting meat in the bowl, and the vegetables in front of him didn't move much, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were a little dull, "Amo, what's the matter?" Don’t eat bitter melon anymore? Didn’t you say you don’t picky eaters?”

As soon as his words came out, Feng Mo stopped stuffing meat into his mouth, put down his chopsticks and smiled shyly at Feng Wulin, "Well... the sense of taste seems to be a little out of order when I lost my memory, so I didn't eat well at that time. Actually, I don’t like to eat bitter food, I prefer to eat meat.” The smile on his face looks very innocent, giving people a very sunny feeling.

Feng Wulin pondered for a while, nodded, fixed his deep eyes on the young man, and said lightly: "Got it. It's fine, as long as you like it."

Feng Mo gave him a sweet smile, bowed his head and started to eat again.Feng Wulin just looked at the boy quietly.

Feng Mo squatted in the chair on the other side, looking at Feng Wulin with some concern. The young man drank a bowl of soup and didn't eat anything. He didn't eat anything to catch the plane at noon. Feng Mo was a little worried that he was not in good health. It's comfortable, Feng Wulin's appetite for eating in the past is quite good.

Feng Mo jumped off the chair and walked back and forth behind Feng Wulin several times, really couldn't think of any way to remind him to eat well or take stomach medicine.He looked at the young man's dark blue eyes and the tiredness unconsciously revealed on his face, he pursed his lips tightly, finally lowered his head and sighed softly, then jumped back into the chair, dazed in a daze.

After eating, Feng Wulin took Feng Mo upstairs and asked him to take a bath. Feng Mo held his clothes and looked at him uncertainly. Gathering all his courage, he said, "Rin, don't you... wash with me? I'm afraid of falling." Feng Mo lowered his head after speaking, as if he was very shy.

Feng Wulin was stunned, looked down at Feng Mo's hair, and after a long time, he replied in a low voice: "This time I came back from the branch office because I made a sudden decision, and I haven't finished dealing with the affairs over there, so I probably have to stay up late to deal with it." , can I stay with you tomorrow night?"

Feng Mo raised his head and smiled mischievously, then nodded obediently, "Okay. Then I'll go take a shower."

Feng Wulin watched the boy walk into the bathroom and close the door, then turned around and walked out the door with a serious face, but when he passed by the bed, he saw Feng Mo's schoolbag was thrown on the bed casually, and a few pens fell out.

Feng Wulin stared at the smear of blue in the schoolbag, suddenly remembered the picture album he gave Amo for the first time, walked over like a ghost, took the schoolbag in his hand, and took it out to the study.

Feng Mo has been walking around with Feng Wulin, watching him find pajamas for Feng Mo, put hot water on him, and coax the boy to take a bath, all the while following him quietly with a sullen face.After he became a ghost, he always likes to walk and float, walk a few steps and then float for a while, it is very easy, but tonight he subconsciously doesn't want to float, and obediently follows Feng Wulin step by step.

When Feng Wulin picked up the schoolbag, Feng Mo didn't feel anything. Originally, the schoolbag didn't fit well on the bed, so he didn't think much about it, but when he got to the study, Feng Wulin opened the schoolbag and took out the picture book. When he brought out another blue notebook, Feng Mo was stunned.

He looked at the notebook with a lock in Feng Wulin's hand, for the first time he turned around anxiously, and subconsciously reached out to grab the notebook, but his hand went straight through without touching anything.

Feng Mo pursed his lips and watched the lock of the notebook being easily opened by Feng Wulin, and then watched the other party's pupils constricted and his face stiff, finally jumped on the sofa and squatted down, burying his face in his arms.

There are always some things in this world that people are struggling and begging for expectations but still can’t be fulfilled. Even if you put in all your efforts, even if you run out of waiting time and hope, what you can’t achieve is unattainable, and what doesn’t belong to you is unattainable. don't belong to you.

Fengmo once spent ten years looking for the only relative he cared about. He tried every means, rebellious or obedient, whether he was depraved or excellent, his mother never looked at him until she was in the wind. Died in front of Mo, the last few words he said were still hatred for him.At that time, Feng Mo knew that not everyone and everything in this world can be obtained.

He came to this world and met Feng Wulin, which was the happiest thing for him.Originally, as long as he firmly grasped the control of that body, he could be Feng Wulin's only friend forever, they could always be together, and he could live a good life.But that kind of thing, Feng Mo can't do it.He knows better than anyone else how terrifying the despair brought by death is. He is indeed very lucky to be alive, but if his happiness is based on the pain of the original owner, then he would rather not have it.

He cherishes life and the hard-won friendship. He is indeed paranoid, and his personality disorder makes his thoughts and thoughts often deviate from the track of normal people, but he is very clear about what he should do and what should not be done.He would not hurt another innocent person for these reasons.So he became a ghost.

For a moment, he thought that the distance between him and Feng Wulin was the closest, they cared about each other, and he could follow him all the time.

But the distance has never been more than seven meters.

Feng Mo raised his head and looked at Feng Wulin who had finished reading the notes, his eyes were red and his expression was ferocious. The veins on the back of his clenched fist were bulging, and the punch he slammed on the table directly smashed the water glass on it into pieces. When it was stuck into his hand, bright red blood flowed out instantly, but he didn't seem to notice it.Feng Mo looked at Feng Wulin's crazy and desperate eyes like a trapped beast, jumped off the sofa and walked to the other party, habitually wanted to touch the other party's eyes, but he didn't touch anything.

"Feng...Wurin. I'm sorry...sorry...don't...sad." Feng Mo said seriously, clearly persuading the other party not to be sad, but the boy's dark eyes slowly shed tears Come. "You...don't be sad, Feng Wulin."

A low voice sounded in the silent room, but the person who should listen could not hear it.

The distance between them has never been more than seven meters.