The days of being in love with facial paralysis

Meng Que fell to the ground, and for a moment, his mind was blank.

He never thought that He Lan, who had always been gentle and affectionate towards him, would push him to the ground with such violence.But soon, he felt a little ridiculous.

Is he addicted to He Lan's tenderness towards him?At that moment, an idea in Meng Que's mind gradually became clear.He may not be as indifferent to He Lan as he imagined, and he is so eager to get rid of it.Inadvertently, he had become so dependent on He Lan and his gentleness.

But the timing of this awakening seems not right.

He Lan disappeared, disappeared in Boyanghou's mansion, disappeared so suddenly.

The Meng family are all literati, and the most important thing is etiquette.Meng Que has always been somewhat resistant to the word "marriage", but "returning to the door" is etiquette after all, and the banquet this evening should be spent by the whole family sitting together.But until the evening, He Lan didn't show up again.

Meng Que was sitting in his room. He was painting, holding the paintbrush in his right hand, slowly sketching, and finally outlined a scene.In the painting, it is dark, on the cliff, not a single blade of grass grows, there is only a small thatched hut alone, and there is a figure standing faintly inside.When the pen fell, Meng Que looked at what he had drawn, and couldn't help but start to be dazed.

Just now, his mind was completely in chaos.It seemed that a worm was gnawing at his heart, gnawing his heart to nothing.

And this painting was drawn in an unconscious state.He has dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he is particularly outstanding in painting.But Meng Que loved painting landscapes the most. The landscapes he painted were vivid and beautiful, and there were very few such desolate and deep things.

Meng Que stared blankly at the paintings on the table, and felt as if he had merged into them.He seemed to be sitting on the edge of the cliff, the cold wind was blowing on his face, when he lowered his head, he saw the jagged rocks under the cliff.When he turned his head, he saw the lonely hut, and a person was standing at the door of the hut, looking at him.It seemed to be a child of seven or eight years old, but he only saw one figure, no matter how he looked, he couldn't see clearly.He tried hard to see the man's face clearly, but suddenly there was a force pushing him...

Meng Que woke up abruptly, his body shook, and he pushed the inkstone down to the ground, splashing ink all over his body, dyeing his clothes in various colors, just like his mood at this time.

Meng Que found that He Lan was different from what he had imagined.The two have been together for eight years. He originally thought that He Lan was a blank sheet of paper in front of him. He Lan, who was mysterious and difficult to get along with outsiders, showed all his emotions in front of him. There is some inexplicable dependence on him.

But now, he had to admit that everything was different from what he thought.

Many fragmentary images flashed through his mind.

When he stepped on the land of Saibei alone, in the white snow, when he looked back, he saw the man in black walking slowly towards him, there were only two of them in the sky and the earth.

When he clings to his hand, there is affection in his black eyes, that kind of obsession seems to drown him.

He said that if we live together, we must die together.

Those things that he wanted to deliberately forget, it turned out that everything was remembered so clearly.

Is it all fake?

He Lan, what is on your mind?

Meng Que felt that He Lan was getting further and further away from him.

At the very beginning, Meng Que thought that if He Lan stopped pestering him, he could leave in a leisurely manner, wandering freely between the world and the earth.

However, at this moment, he felt unwilling.

Meng Que felt that he was very uncomfortable. He had never felt so uncomfortable in his two lifetimes.The shadow spread in his heart, and his hand held the painting tightly, and the painting was caught with two folds.

He wants to know the truth, he has been confused for eight years, and he cannot continue to be confused for the next day.Meng Que's mind had never been so clear.

In his previous life, he had been passive.Because of his marriage to He Lan, he gave up many things he liked, and he was not allowed to be an official or marry a wife.All his life, he seemed to be repaying He Lan's affection.But now, his mind was clearer than ever.His confused heart finally had a direction.

He wanted to find out what He Lan was thinking.

He wanted to know whether He Lan's so-called love for him was true or not.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Meng Que turned around and opened the door, only to see Meng Huo standing outside.

Meng Huo had already changed into a suit of clothes, and he had long since lost the decadence and slovenliness of the day.The father and son are somewhat similar in temperament, elegant, with a strong bookish atmosphere.

Meng Huo looked at Meng Que coldly, and Meng Huo also looked at Meng Huo coldly.The father and son are very personable to outsiders, and often when they face each other, they don't have a good face.

The reason for the estrangement between the two has a long history.Many years ago, Meng Que was a treasure in his father's hands, and his memory still retains the warm scene of father and son getting along at that time.But when his mother disappeared, everything changed.

Meng Que felt that his mother's departure was inseparable from Meng Huo's flair. After his mother left, Meng Huo blatantly brought the four beauties into the mansion, which was even more disrespectful to his mother.If my mother was still alive, seeing him like this, she would definitely not come back to this Hou's mansion.She is such a proud person, she will never wrong herself.

The appearance of his mother in his memory has gradually become blurred, and he can't even remember what they looked like when they were together, which made Meng Que even more terrified.The only thing he remembers is the feeling when he was with his mother, very warm and happy.

In his previous life, he never saw his mother until his death.His hatred for his father was getting deeper and deeper. In the last two years, he had never stepped into the Hou's mansion, nor had he ever seen the old man.He knew that the old man had secretly visited him at the county prince's mansion, but in that case, why couldn't he concentrate on treating his mother alone?

Meng Que couldn't figure it out.

"Miss Qin is not scared to death, is she?" Meng Que said, the words he said were not pleasant.

"She's fine." Meng Huo said.

"That's right, if something happens to her, you're not here, but by her side." Meng Que said.

Meng Huo's face was flushed red, he took two deep breaths to calm down.

"I sent people to search the entire Hou's mansion, and I also sent people to the county prince's mansion to inquire, but they couldn't find He Lan." Meng Huo said.

"If you don't see it, it's gone. Why look for it again?" Meng Que looked at his hands and said.

Meng Huo thought that this marriage was all initiated by himself, and his son was unwilling, so he felt guilty again.

"If you don't want to go to the county palace, you can stay at home for a while." Meng Huo said.

"You go to the county palace instead of me?" Meng Que squinted at him.

Thinking of the deep meaning in Meng Que's words, Meng Huo's old face flushed red again.Gang Li and ethics seemed to have completely disappeared when Meng Que faced him.

Meng Huo's face suddenly changed when he saw the paintings spread out on the table.Meng Que also noticed: "Where is this painting?"

Meng Huo's expression was a bit hazy, as if he was stuck in memory, and after a while he said slowly: "Fengming Mountain, Fuguo used to live there."

Meng Que felt that he seemed to have forgotten something. It seemed that he just entered the painting was not a hallucination, but like some broken memories.

Dinner is served separately for father and son.

After Meng Huo left, Meng Que stayed in the room alone, looking out through the half-open window, today is the first day of the new year, and the moon is just crooked.

He suddenly heard the sound of breathing, steady, as if right next to his ear.

Meng Que turned his head and saw a black figure standing behind him.Wearing an indigo robe, with slightly messy black hair, his appearance is still as good-looking as ever, with tough lines and sharp facial features. Only those eyes, with some guilt, are like children who have done something wrong.

He Lan hugged Meng Que from behind, rubbing his face flatteringly: "I'm sorry."

Meng Que used to love He Lan's appearance the most, but at this moment, his heart was in a mess.The place with lush green trees is gradually being covered by wind and sand.