Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Mo Yun confiscated Ye Wuchen's mask, so he put on a bamboo hat.

Mo Yun, who thought he could make Ye Wuchen open his heart: "..."

However, Ye Wuchen likes to lie on the wicker chair, but he can't lie down while wearing a bamboo hat. He sat on the wicker chair angrily, and stared coldly at Mo Yun who was sitting on the stone chair and stroking the rabbit through the white gauze.

"Mo Yun." Ye Wuchen called out.

Mo Yun looked over with a smile, showing a bit of fox's cunning: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Give me back the mask."

"Master doesn't have a bamboo hat?"

Ye Wuchen was a little depressed, thinking that the bigger the boy, the less cute he is, he tried his best to put on the seriousness of his master, and said in a cold voice, "I can't lie down wearing a bamboo hat."

He was stating a fact, but when the young man heard it, he felt a little bit of grievance. Mo Yun smiled brightly: "Then it's fine if the master is picked."

Ye Wuchen pursed his lips and didn't speak. The mask he had worn for three years can't be taken off anytime soon. He's used to the shameful life, okay?

It's like a person who has been led into the darkness for many years, and suddenly one day, the person who led him into the darkness told him that I actually wanted to take you to see the sunshine, but you went the wrong way.

However, that person denied himself countless times during the days of concealment. No matter how confident he was before, those self-confidence will be crushed by daily denials.

What's more, his self-confidence was not established firmly.

Ye Wuchen's self-righteous smile and self-contained gentleness have become a gentle mask sewn on his face for more than 30 years, and even changed his perception of himself.

He thought that he was just like what he appeared on the surface, with a fairly good appearance and a fairly gentle personality. He was a good boy in the hearts of all the elders and a good student in the eyes of his peers.

Just what he thought.

He hadn't expected to be taken back to the orphanage, but as long as he was alive, he would be fine.

He has always been a loner, so he thought about how to integrate into the group life countless times at night, and smiled during the day, seemingly without any burden, to join the activities organized by the orphanage.

He is more tired than others.

Maybe it was a bit of a toss at the beginning, but later, he decided that he was the real self during the day, not the fool who tossed and turned at night.

He is a smart person who knows what to think to make himself happy, so he quickly dismissed those strange thoughts in his mind, for example, will they still love me as much when they see the real me?

He didn't think about it any more, he smiled more and more with peace of mind, and was gentle without any burden.

As if he was born with this personality.

Until Mo Yun came.

The kid said he laughed terribly.

His first reaction was that the child was blind.

He held onto the mirror and looked at it all night, but he didn't think there was any problem at all, but in the end he still felt that the child was blind.

But he didn't realize that the fear of being exposed had already begun to grow in his heart.Ye Wuchen panicked when he found that both passers-by and acquaintances would stare at him for a while when they saw him.

He felt that those eyes were like needles, like thorns, as if they wanted to cut him open alive, as if they had seen through those things.

Very distressed, why should he be afraid of these things, he clearly, clearly shows the most real side... right?

Maybe, he thought of Mo Yun's words, and he was not sure, maybe, he was really scary, or his skin was ugly, maybe...he thought that the real smile was fake, and deliberately portrayed it The tenderness is illusory.

He even lied to himself.

In the end, even he himself didn't understand himself, whether the expression on his face was sincere or false, but as long as his face was covered, no one would be able to expose him, right?

Ye Wuchen thought a lot in his heart, but finally came to a superficial conclusion, he looks very scary, it is best not to see people.

See, he still couldn't accept that he was exposed.

Because he couldn't accept it, his thinking on this matter was always on the surface. He could accept that he was ugly and scary, but he didn't want to admit that his seamless disguise was torn apart.

After all, he no longer knew what the truth was hidden under the disguise.

Over there, Mo Yun gently stroked the soft fur of the rabbit, and sighed while waiting for his answer: "Master, did I tell you not to overcomplicate one thing?"

Ye Wuchen sat cross-legged on the rattan chair and swayed gently. He was a little upset when he heard the young man's tone of education. He said, "Do you want to teach me?"

Mo Yun raised his eyebrows, walked to the rattan chair, supported the armrests of the rattan chair with both hands, stared at the white gauze blocking his sight, suddenly opened a corner, and got in.

A sudden increase in heart rate is inevitable, and Mo Yun has done a lot of mental work on himself before he dared to make this move. He had to pull the master out from behind the mask.

"Master?" He called softly.

Ye Wuchen was thinking hard with his eyes down, he was brought back to his senses by his sudden shout, he raised his eyes, was startled by the suddenly approaching face, and slammed his back against the rattan chair.

In an instant, the rattan chair shook violently, Mo Yun was a little unsteady, and threw himself on Ye Wuchen.

"..."

This is different from Mo Yun's imagination.

He swore that he really never thought of throwing Ye Wuchen down.

"What are you doing?" Ye Wuchen held on to the bamboo hat and stood up with difficulty, rubbing the tip of his nose against the corner of Mo Yun's mouth.

In the next second, Ye Wuchen saw Mo Yun rushing back to the stone table in a posture of taking off on the spot, with his whole face buried under the rabbit's fluff, which made the fat and white rabbit tremble with fright.

Mo Yun covered his heart, feeling that Ye Wuchen was simply an accident in his life, a single movement could break all his plans.

A few days later, Ye Wuchen felt that it was inconvenient to lose his mask, so he went to Youzhou for a stroll, and brought back dozens of masks—to prevent that kid Mo Yun from snatching his mask again.

He passed the teahouse wearing a blue-faced fangs mask, and saw the storyteller inside holding a folding fan and talking excitedly, thinking that he would be educated by that bastard Mo Yun anyway, so why not play here for a while.

Ye Wuchen felt that he had no face for being a master.

The cups touched each other, the fragrance of tea was clear, Ye Wuchen took a seat, as if he was sitting in meditation of an old monk.

The storyteller on the stage spit and didn't know what he was talking about, but everyone applauded and Ye Wuchen drank tea calmly.

"Speaking of Lu Xiao, I have to talk about his good friend Ye Xianshi. Yes, yes, that is Ye Wuchen Ye Xianshi! These two people are also very close. In recent years, it has often been reported that Lu Xiao and Ye Xianshi Master is traveling around, as far as I know, Lu Xiao is very kind to Master Ye..."

Ye Wuchen listened silently, thinking that it would be nice if there was no Mo Yun in this story.

The storyteller opened the folding fan, fanned himself in the face, and continued to say with bright eyes: "Do you still remember Master Ye's apprentice..."

Ye Wuchen put down his teacup and walked out.

"No, no, the relationship between the two masters and apprentices is unusual. Some say that they are just normal masters and apprentices, and some say that their relationship is not normal, but the most lively one is the relationship between Master Ye and Lu Xiao. …I’m going to talk about these two today! Listen to me and have fun, and if you think what I’ve said is good, I’ll give you a reward!…”

The gossip-talking narrator above suddenly changed his serious expression, with the folding fan placed in front of his chest, shaking slowly, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Say it's three to five years old, and the spring and autumn are not long..."

Ye Wuchen sat down again.

It doesn't matter how he is, as long as Mo Yun doesn't get arranged.

So he was very happy to hear the stories about himself and others in the teahouse. When the storyteller told that he had blocked a sword for Lu Xiao, he couldn't hold back his laughter in his heart.

It is impossible to block the sword, but it has been many times to block the peach blossom.

Well, he admitted that these folk rumors are really interesting, he did make a big fuss, Ye Wuchen crossed his legs under the table, intending to find a time to apologize to Lu Xiao who caused a psychological shadow because of him.

If Lu Xiao didn't write about Mo Yun, Ye Wuchen would still be happy to be his reader.

He was fascinated by what he heard, but he didn't realize that a young man was already sitting beside him, looking at him with his chin resting on his face, with a sinister smile on his face.

Ye Wuchen's mask still only covered the upper half of his face, and his light-colored thin lips were exposed, sipping tea.

The young man saw that the teacup he put on the table was empty, and skillfully poured tea for him, no more, no less, just [-]% full.

"Ah, thank you." Ye Wuchen held his teacup and looked over, the moment he saw the boy, he immediately covered his mask.

"Master."

Mo Yun propped himself on the table, tilting his head and smiling.

Ye Wuchen saw that he didn't intend to get his own mask, so he continued to listen to the story with peace of mind.

Mo Yun smiled, but felt a little flustered in his heart. He knew that Ye Wuchen and Lu Xiao had been wandering together for three years, and he also knew that they had been inseparable for these three years. Even Ye Wuchen occasionally said something about Lu Xiao in the contract formation. thing.

Why is Ye Wuchen so repulsed by Zhi Qingfeng's words, but can sit here and listen to the storytelling of himself and Lu Xiao?

What is missing between him and Lu Xiao that can make Ye Wuchen treat them differently.

Mo Yun was terribly panicked, but he didn't dare to question him directly, so the smile on his face became more and more sinister and frightening.

However, Ye Wuchen was concentrating on listening to the storyteller's nonsense, and seemed to be in a good mood, so he didn't notice Mo Yun's expression at all.

Don't mention how depressed Mo Yun was.

"Master, do you like to hear this?"

Ye Wuchen replied: "It's quite fun."

"If that person is talking about me and Master..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Wuchen looked over suddenly, and said seriously: "That's not fun."

His protagonist can't appear in someone else's book, let alone a book like that.

Mo Yun felt that his glass heart had been shattered by him.

About half an hour later, Ye Wuchen led Mo Yun back to Zhiqing Peak, supporting his mask all the way, defending Mo Yun like a wolf.

Mo Yun followed behind him silently, took his mask while he was lying on the rattan chair, Ye Wuchen didn't panic at all, and took another mask with red stripes on a white background.

"..." Mo Yun stared at the blue-faced fangs in his hand, which was truly a terrifying mask, depressed, helpless and funny.

He threw away the mask, moved to the side of the wicker chair, looked down at the man who seemed to be complacent, "Master, look at me."

"I'm watching."

"There's no need to do this, Master..." Mo Yun opened his eyes, as if he was planning something.

Ye Wuchen was shaking the rattan chair calmly, as the saying goes, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, he has been poured chicken soup so many times by Mo Yun, this time is not too much, this time is not too much.

Mo Yun sighed: "You have a beautiful smile, very good, but Master, there is no need to do this."

He stopped after four sentences, thought carefully for a while, and said, "It's so perfect that people can't see the flaws."

In the end, he added a sentence out of self-concern: "Master knows that I am not an ordinary person."

So I see it.

The rattan chair continued to shake, but gradually became calmer. Ye Wuchen opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't find a word in his brain. He wanted to look at the sky, but that bastard Mo Yun occupied all his sights, so he could only I saw the faint light shining down on the boy.

The kid has really grown up.

The facial features gradually deepened, exuding a handsomeness, and he was smiling at this time, gentle and docile.

But even if you grow up, you can't force Master like this.

Ye Wuchen didn't speak, he leaned back, tilted his head, and continued to shake the rattan chair, like a big cat who doesn't listen to any persuasion.

He has lived like this for more than 30 years, with gentleness engraved in his bones, but what he expresses to the outside world is ten times and a hundred times the original, almost living himself into a temperless Mr. Wen Run.

Not used to losing his temper, he has nothing to do with Mo Yun.

Just so stiff.

"Master, look at me." Mo Yun lifted the mask on his face cheaply, and was glared at by him. In an instant, another mask appeared on his face.

"Master." Mo Yun went around to the side where Ye Wuchen tilted his head, and shouted sweetly.

"what?"

"Take it off."

"Why?"

"I want to see you."

Ye Wuchen looked at Mo Yun in annoyance, and turned over directly: "Don't show it."

The hidden zipper on the mask was found by the teenager, and he tried to pull him out who was not very visible inside.

But the sun was too bright outside, and the process of coming out was a bit tormented. He was full of fear, and always wanted to wrap himself in an exquisite disguise, and he was unwilling to come out.

Mo Yun stood beside him for a while, then moved out a small stool, intending to have a long talk with him.

Ye Wuchen was full of obscenities and didn't say anything.

"Master, do you want to be like this for the rest of your life?"

Ye Wuchen nodded unrequitedly, anyway, he came here like this in his previous life, and it's been a lifetime if he's full of fights.

"Is it the same for me?"

Ye Wuchen paused, shook his head and nodded, and finally shook his head with certainty.

When he first accepted Mo Yun, he might have been fearful and hypocritical. Later, Mo Yun was seriously injured in the Secret Realm of Soldiers, and he rarely felt angry.

Afterwards, Mo Yun said that his smile frightened the child, so he would not smile. Recently, he found out that Mo Yun was included in the folk story book, and he was indeed full of anger. He could only find the representative Lu Xiao to settle the score.

He who had been gentle all his life in his previous life became a little irritable because of Mo Yun.

This child is too special in my heart, it is true to be nice to him, the smile is not fake, and the tenderness comes from the heart.

Ye Wuchen thought so, and felt that he was really a good father.

Listening to his answer, Mo Yun's heart jumped for joy, but he still approached calmly, carefully touching the cold mask.

"Then master, take it off in front of me."

When the voice fell, Ye Wuchen felt that the things covering his face disappeared, and the sun was dripping on his skin, which was warm and warm.

With his backhand, the barrier around the wicker chair was drawn into darkness.

Mo Yun was a little uncomfortable with the suddenly dark environment, he grabbed Ye Wuchen's hand, and called Master.

Ye Wuchen responded, and pinched his own face in the dark, feeling strangely relaxed.

He said to Mo Yun, "It's a little dry."

He was still holding the mask he was about to put on, and gently covered his face. His fingers rubbed under the mask for a long time, but he still didn't take it off.

However, Mo Yun tore off the mask on his face again, and said with a smile: "Master, what are you doing behind my back?"

Ye Wuchen sighed, closed his eyes, and did not move any more.

The rattan chair was shaking slightly, Ye Wuchen lay like a dead body for a long time, suddenly felt the breath of the boy next to him gradually approaching, he heard a gentle whisper in his ear, like a warm fire, trying to melt the twists and turns in his head lingering thoughts.

"Master, the bridge is naturally straight from the bow of the boat, don't think about it."

Mo Yun paused, then said with a sigh: "Good..."