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

When Feng Mo came out of the shower with his overly long trouser legs and his colorful hair that was still dripping, Feng Wulin was sitting on the sofa with his head bowed, and he seemed to be flipping a book in his hand.

Feng Mo walked over to him with a smile, and stood beside him, "Rin, I've finished washing."

Feng Wulin lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand, as if he didn't hear the boy's words at all.

Feng Mo pulled La Feng's sleeves, and couldn't help complaining: "What is Rin looking at? The clothes are too long, Rin, roll up the sleeves for me, and there is hair, I don't know how to wipe it."

Feng Wulin stretched out his finger and stroked the slightly immature handwriting on the note, closed it, stood up, and looked down at Feng Mo's face.

His expression looked calmer than ever before, and the deep blue in his eyes was so rich that no trace of blue could be seen at the moment, it was just dark and deep, like a deep ancient well.His thin lips were tightly pursed, his face should have given people an extremely handsome impression, but the expressionless look on his face at this moment made people feel scared.Mingming's expression was very calm, but Feng Mo felt that the other party's aura was like a roaring giant beast trapped in a cage, so ferocious that it was close to the edge of madness.

Feng Mo involuntarily took two steps back, avoiding the other party's sight, and asked with a forced smile, "Why are you looking at me like this? Rin, why are you so weird today. I haven't wiped my hair yet." Hair, looks a little wronged.

Feng Wulin curled his lips in a rare way when he heard the words, and his handsome face looked a bit evil because of this smile, he spoke slowly, his voice was deeper and hoarse than usual, "Feng Mo, tell me, you have recovered your memory today ? So you remember the memories of their life with Shi Tiantian in the past?"

Feng Mo listened obsessively to the young man's deep and melodious voice, and nodded happily, "Yes, I finally recovered my memory."

Feng Wulin curled his lips again, his eyes were like ancient wells, and he asked slowly word by word: "Feng Mo, where did you hide my Ah Mo?" He stared at the other party's pale face, the cruelty in his eyes The madness is almost uncontrollable, "My Amo has never laughed, talked, picky eaters, and never asked me to accompany me, and there are no disgusting memories of Weiai Orphanage. Tell me, you put Where is my baby hiding?"

Feng Mo raised his head to look at Feng Wulin almost immediately, then shook his head in fright at the madness and paranoia in the other person's eyes, couldn't help but backed up a few steps, his calf hit the coffee table before he staggered and stood still, panting heavily , Averted his gaze in an attempt to conceal, pinched his palms and tried to calm himself down, "Rin, what nonsense are you talking about, I am Amo, have you been drinking?"

"Let me ask you, what is the painting on page 370 and fifth in the album I gave Amo?" Feng Wulin stared at the panicked look of the other party, with a sarcastic expression.

"Me! That..." Feng Mo took a breath, and found that he couldn't answer at all. He said angrily, "The book has so many pages, how can I remember it. Rin, don't tell me this. Kind of a joke, okay!"

Feng Wulin laughed a few times, and there was a sense of sadness in the laughter, "Where did you come from to call me Rin? My Amo has a photographic memory, even I can't remember the whole set of "The Lost City" "He can memorize the travel notes without missing a word. How can you say that you are Amo?" Feng Wulin picked up the diary, "How many things Amo has done for you since he came to this world, don't you I don’t know, but what did you give him? An open attempt to replace him? Are you worthy?”

"No! That diary was just written by me in sleepwalking, Rin, in fact, sometimes I..." Before finishing speaking, Feng Mo was lifted by Feng Wulin's neck, Feng Wulin's expression was ferocious, but his voice remained the same It was deep and magnetic, "Say, where did you hide my Amo?"

Feng Mo only felt that it was getting more and more difficult for him to breathe, and his eyes turned black one after another. He struggled desperately, but he still couldn't escape the terrifying hand that seemed to be able to break his neck easily. The endless fear and despair made him At the beginning, I couldn't help crying and begged for mercy, "...I... said... let go... let go..." The man threw him to the ground as soon as he finished speaking.

Feng Mo clutched his neck and coughed desperately, tears covered his face, it took several minutes to calm down, still panting, "I don't know...he...where did he go." Fearing that Feng Wulin would go crazy again, He hastily added: "You can't kill me, Rin, he can't come back even if I die!"

Feng Wulin withdrew his half-stretched hand, straightened his body, with an indifferent expression, "Amo was forced to leave by you? You mean, he might return to this body?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be. Didn't he die in the previous life? He must have been cremated. Unless he was reincarnated, he would have nowhere to go." Feng Mo clutched his neck with lingering fear, tears streaming down his face It kept flowing down, "Rin, Fengmo doesn't like you at all, why are you so obsessed with him... Am I not Fengmo too? Why can't you see me? How can I be inferior to him?"

Feng Wulin sneered, "Amo is Amo, there is no comparison between you and him. It's just... the difference between cloud and mud." After Feng Wulin finished speaking, he picked up his notebook and turned to leave, ignoring the pale face on the ground and his expression of despair. juvenile.

Feng Mo watched Feng Wulin leave without hesitation, lowered his head and grabbed his hair and screamed frantically, no one knew how desperate and embarrassing he was.

It's all over.In less than three hours of being together, he lost everything.It's ridiculous that he thought he could hide it from Feng Wulin.

But why?Why did Rin treat him like this?Is he wrong?What's wrong with pursuing happiness?His affection for Feng Wulin is no less than that of Feng Mo, and he believes that there is no aspect that he can't compare with Feng Mo.He is more cheerful and optimistic than him, more likable than him, and better at communicating than him. He can do things that Fengmo cannot do because of social barriers and personality disorders.Why does Rin refuse to accept herself?

The difference between cloud and mud?With the same body and the same face, he can even learn to imitate Feng Mo in his living habits, why is it different?

Feng Mo fell down on the carpet and knocked his forehead again and again, let out muffled moans from the back of his throat, desperately venting his unwillingness and resentment.Then he was grabbed by the arm and forced to help him up from the ground. Just a little bit of surprise came into his heart, but when he looked back, he saw a few strange faces.

"Mr. Feng, the president told us to take care of your daily life. Now I will take you to the guest room downstairs to rest." The woman at the front explained her intention of coming.

"Why go downstairs, don't I live here?" Feng Mo looked embarrassed.

"Sir, you really know how to joke. This is the president's bedroom. Outsiders are not allowed to come in casually. The president has explained that you can't go up without permission from the second and third floors, and there will be a driver to pick you up from the upper and lower floors." The servant had a standard look on his face. With a smile, he added, "Of course, if you don't want to live in Feng's house, you can ask the driver to take you home now."

"...I'll stay. Lead the way." Feng Mo lowered his head with a difficult expression, but the injustice and anger in his heart almost burst through his chest to vent.

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How unwilling and resentful Feng Mo is, Feng Wulin doesn't know, even if he knows, it doesn't matter.The blood-stained debris in the study room has been cleaned up. The young man's hands are wrapped in gauze, and he is sitting in the high-backed chair behind the desk. His slender fingers flip through the pages of notes, but he still can't find anything about Feng Mo. clues to whereabouts.

"Amo." An extremely hoarse whisper came from the silent study room, but no one answered.There was extremely deep nostalgia and depressing sadness in that voice, the handsome face that was always gloomy in the past was calm at this moment, and the remorse and distress that were originally blue to black eyes had been completely subdued, and there was no trace of it trace.The whole person was shockingly calm.

Feng Mo sat cross-legged on the desk, looked into Feng Wulin's dark eyes, stretched out his hand and touched the other person's face, "Feng... Wulin, I'm fine. Don't... be sad."

From the moment when the other party found his diary, to Feng Wulin's questioning of Feng Mo, Feng Mo watched quietly. It's not that he was not anxious, but he was powerless at all.

The most worrying thing happened all the time. He knew Feng Wulin's character very well. Once he knew that the original owner and him were two people, it was impossible for Feng Wulin to accept the original owner.In some respects, Feng Wulin is more paranoid than Feng Mo.

After racking his brains, he couldn't think of any words of comfort that would be more suitable. Feng Mo found that... no one in his past seemed to need his comfort.Too pale experience in interpersonal communication made the boy seem so clumsy even to comfort others, he would only repeat those few words in vain: "Feng Wulin, don't... be sad. I'm really... always...very... happy. Don't be sad."

He was still stumbling when he spoke, and he had to stop from time to time to think about how to pronounce the next word, so that he couldn't say it coherently, but Feng Mo didn't realize how childish his tone sounded, and just repeated it seriously.

Even though they were sitting opposite each other, they couldn't communicate or contact each other, and they couldn't even make each other feel at ease and stop being sad.

This night, Feng Wulin sat silently behind the desk, just flipping through the diary over and over again.Feng Mo Ji always likes to write clearly about the cause and effect. This is actually because his writing skills are too poor, and he can only follow a fixed template to write clearly, just like the fixed "what-why-how" in the paper is extremely clear Therefore, in order to write clearly every thought that is different from ordinary people, Feng Mo wrote almost everything he experienced in his previous life.

Such a comprehensive diary should have been liked, but at the moment he only feels that he is extremely retarded, the more Feng Wulin knows about his past, the more sad he will feel, this is not what Feng Mo wants to see.

At dawn, Feng Wulin finally moved, stood up, opened the drawer and put the diary and picture album in together, Feng Mo sat on the table and looked down, just in time to see a drawer...paper.Moreover, the handwriting on it... seems to be all his.Judging from the quantity, it should be that every piece he wrote before was accepted by Feng Wulin.

In fact, what he wrote was nothing more than some daily conversations, nothing special, but they were treasured and treasured in places he couldn't see.

Feng Mo looked at Feng Wulin's indifferent side face because of his lack of expression, moved his lips, and after a long time, he jumped off the table and stood beside the young man, "Idiot... Feng Wulin, go wash up... have breakfast .”

The straight-backed young man obviously couldn't hear his words, but he seemed to turn his head back, his deep blue eyes met the boy's dark eyes, paused for a moment, Feng Wulin pursed his thin lips, and walked out sullenly.

Feng Mo rubbed his nose, lowered his head to hide the disappointment in his eyes, and followed him in a fluttering manner.