It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

It was really uncomfortable to sleep on the small broken bed in the wing room. Before dawn, Mo Wuming sat up and stared at the thin mattress to wake up.Yesterday, the main room was rearranged according to Brother Fang's preferences, and a lot of things were removed, only the collapsed one was kept calmly.

Hey, with a long sigh, Mo Wuming got up, still unwilling to sleep in the main room last night.There was warm boiling water in the small kitchen, so he drank a glass of warm water habitually before going to the well to wash up.

He was doing warm-up exercises in a cotton bunt, and was tearing off the handkerchief hanging around his neck, when there was a creaking sound behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw Dongfang stepping over the threshold unhurriedly.Her hair was simply tied up with a streamer, and she was wearing a blue round-neck gown. Although it didn't fit well, it still couldn't hide her cold and noble temperament.

Mo Wuming wiped his face and immediately smiled, Bai Cencen's teeth made his skin tone darker, "Brother Fang, good morning."

He pointed to the new handkerchief and toothbrush on the sink, and signaled to Dongfang: "New, the water has been mixed, come here to wash."

The two men both got up early, and the whole city was still in a deep sleep. There were only occasional breakfast sellers in the market, steaming steamed buns in the dark.

There are many people in Luoyang City, and houses are in short supply. Mo Wuming usually only fights in his small courtyard and gives up the morning run.He stood aside and saw Dongfang rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and handed over the handkerchief, "Brother Fang, you got up so early, where are you going?"

"Yeah." He wiped his face, didn't hand back the handkerchief to Mo Wuming, and directly raised his hand to hang it on the side rail, "Let's go now."

Mo Wuming grabbed Dongfang's sleeves, what do you mean by leaving now, where are you going, what are you going for, and will you not come back?Seeing the other party's frowning and cold face, he put his hands lightly on his outer clothes and asked for confirmation: "Brother Fang, will you come back for breakfast?"

Dongfang retracted his sleeves, lowered his eyes to straighten things out, heard the words, nodded, and took the initiative to explain: "Go to practice, and return at the right time."

"That's good," Mo Wuming breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands behind his back, regained his composure, and his tone was deliberately dissatisfied, "Just pretend that Brother Fang disappeared again without saying a word, for fear of accidents."

Brother Fang's temperament was really unstable, he handed over a cup of warm water, and asked while the iron was hot: "Brother Fang, if we part ways, how can we contact you?"

Dongfang put down the empty teacup, pursed his lips slightly, and said nothing.

Mo Wuming slandered inwardly, and did not urge him, but just looked sideways at this person.

Seeing that it was very early in the morning, Dongfang was not in a hurry to leave. Although he felt it was unnecessary, he finally told Mo Wuming to a store in Luoyang Branch. Seeing that the man suddenly smiled, he frowned, got up and left.

"Wait," Mo Wuming said quickly, knowing that this person was impatient, "Is there anything you want for breakfast? I'll prepare it at home."

Dongfang did not stop walking outwards, he would not give up his practice at sunrise, he just said casually: "None."

All right, looking at the floating figure, Mo Wuming guessed that he was going to practice outside the city, and chuckled lightly, complaining: "A fairy, in a hurry to absorb the essence of the sunrise plants and trees, and cultivate a human form?" I don't know whether to do it or not Facing the full moon and meditating.

Smiling and shaking his head, he withdrew his thoughts of horse racing and continued his morning exercise.

The sky was bright, the smoke from every household was rising, and there were voices in the alleys outside the wall. The city obviously woke up and started a new day.Mo Wuming silently wiped his face at the empty bowls and dishes on the table, feeling that he was in such a difficult situation that he had no place to express his unspeakable thoughts.

Sighing seemed unnecessary, he put away the plate and table with a sullen face, the person who ate across the table left again after eating, leaving only a sentence of 'come back at noon. '

What are you doing back, have lunch?Stacking the plates, Mo Wuming laughed out of the blue, thinking that he hadn't been sure about Fang's brother's mind, but because the person who Qiannian was so uncertain, he became a resentful husband directly, which was funny and melancholy.

Since no one was there, he cleaned up the house and went straight to 'full house' without staying any longer.Passing through a lively cross street along the way, I suddenly remembered that the shop that Dongfang mentioned seemed to be a cloth shop, so I stopped, thought for a while, and turned a corner.

The area of ​​the cloth village is not small, but its location is a bit off. There is no flag signboard, but a monotonously hung plaque, a black wooden plaque, engraved with four large red characters 'Sun and Moon Cloth Village', no matter how you look at it, it is casual.

There were quite a lot of customers in the cloth village. Mo Wuming looked around for a week, and chose an area with fewer people to walk.He walked to a position near the counter, and on it was a piece of satin with silver patterns on a white background, which was smooth and soft and felt good to the touch.

"My guest, what do you want?" The shopkeeper of the cloth shop put away the account books, looked up and saw a customer standing in the silk area, and immediately stepped forward.

Mo Wuming nodded slightly at the shopkeeper, "Is there any ready-made clothes?" He looked around but didn't see any ready-made clothes. Dongfang's clothes didn't fit him well, and the clothes were a little too wide. It's too late to buy ready-made clothes.

"Yes, yes, come with me, guest officer, Tai Yi is not here."

The shopkeeper of the cloth shop led people up to the second floor, raised a curtain, and smiled warmly: "This is men's ready-to-wear, take a look."

Men's clothing in Buzhuangli didn't look much, so he didn't think much about it. He glanced at it and chose a blue bamboo regular gown with wide sleeves and a collar on the right lapel, and a brocade gown with a round collar with white silver patterns and a white jade belt.

"I'll try." Dongfang's figure was much thinner than his, and he estimated the size for the embroiderer in the shop to modify.

While waiting for the interval, Mo Wuming tentatively asked, "Shopkeeper, I'm looking for Fang Mian, is he here?"

He noticed that the other party was stagnant, and he was secretly vigilant, sipping the tea in his cup calmly, "Is he not there?"

"Why is the guest looking for him?" The shopkeeper was startled. This is not the name of the deputy leader. It is rarely mentioned now. What is the relationship between this person and the deputy leader? Unconsciously, he became suspicious and vigilant.

The corners of Mo Wuming's lips were slightly raised, it seemed that he was there, not that Brother Fang was perfunctory. He put down the teacup and smiled slightly: "It's nothing serious, I want to invite Brother Fang to have lunch together. You can just transfer it."

"Wait a moment." He had already sent someone to inform the deputy leader.

"Well, go and do it yourself, I'll wait for the clothes to be fixed."

Dongfang was learning about the operation of the sub-helm, and was told by the servant that Mo Wuming should look for him.Surprise flashed in his eyes, and then there was unswerving, what happened to Mo Wuming.

"Lead the people together." He explained to the boy, and then handed over various brochures to the sub-ruler, "Do your own thing well, let's go down first."

Mo Wuming sat drinking tea, drooping his eyes and thinking, wondering if Brother Fang had finished his work, and if he was rushing like this, he probably would be impatient.

He mourned for himself, and he didn't want to. Not every time we parted, we could meet again. If Brother Fang left suddenly, it would be hard to say that there would be a result between the two of them. He needed to know some exact information about Brother Fang.

Just as she was thinking about it, a woman's angry voice suddenly came from downstairs: "My daughter got married just once, what's the matter with buying some better cloth? Save that money and let your heartless father go to drink, huh? "

Then a feeble muttering sound drifted into the ears indistinctly: "She herself said no, many girls get married and don't need to prepare anything."

"You, you, listen, is this human? That's your own daughter. The money you bought for the wine was saved by your daughter. How dare you gamble this time and marry your daughter like this," the woman said. The man began to cry as he talked, "What sin did I do? It's so nice to meet something like you."

"Don't cry, it's not enough to buy it. I'll marry her to a rich family. It's better than following the poor boy in the village."

……

Mo Wuming was in a daze, and when he was led to the back, he suddenly thought that he was always alone, used to being independent, and it was easy to ignore family factors.In this world, Longyang's kindness is quite shameful, he can try it if he likes it, regardless of gender, if Brother Fang doesn't like men at all, or his family strongly opposes it, what should we do?

"Why are you here, didn't you say you will be back at noon?"

Seeing the person standing with his hands behind his back in the hall, his figure is upright, his eyebrows are sharp, his skin is as white as jade, and his light-colored thin lips open and close, Mo Wuming suddenly came back to his senses, and greeted him with a smile. Well, he is happy to see this man now.

"You don't fit my clothes, I bought two for you, do you want to try?"

Before Dongfang refused, he said again: "After we part, I will send you something here, will you receive it?"

"Yeah," Dongfang nodded slowly, thinking with lowered eyes, before long, he handed over a black wooden sign, "You take this."

Mo Wuming took it, and looked down. It was a black sandalwood sign with two pointed ends and a square in the middle. It was half the size of a palm. There was no word on it, but only a small flower.He looked to the east, "This is?"

"If you want to see me, hold it, and someone will report it."

Mo Wuming smiled, he gripped the wooden sign tightly, and put it away carefully, "I will put it away."

Seeing the other party lightly humming, he said again: "Brother Fang, do you want to go back together?"

Dongfang refused: "It's nothing, you can go back."

"Okay," he stood up, "I'll go to the market to buy some ingredients, Brother Fang, remember to come back for lunch."

Mo Wuming frowned. He found that Brother Fang's preference for food was a bit lighter. He remembered the boiled fish that was even spicier than this. Everyone ate it happily and cleanly. Why now?

He picked up a piece of meat and chewed it carefully, there was nothing wrong with it, it was all made by him, and the taste was good, why did Brother Fang frowned and only took a few bites?Is it possible that my stomach is broken, I can only watch but not eat, no wonder I only grew up, not strong.

He moved the oily and spicy dishes aside, saw Dongfang looking up, and explained with a smile: "But you have a stomach problem? If you can't eat it, don't force it. Put it in front of your eyes and drink some tofu and clam soup."

The four eyes met, killing intent flashed across Dongfang's eyes, he felt that he was really relaxed towards Mo Wuming, which was very dangerous.

"What's the matter?" For a moment, he sensed that Brother Fang's mood was a little off. After looking carefully, he didn't find anything unusual, and his voice was carefully lowered.

"It's nothing." Dongfang blinked, his emotions disappeared, he withdrew his slightly moving left hand, and picked up the chopsticks with his right to continue eating.

"Then, you have a taste of these." Mo Wuming sat down lightly, with a decent smile on his face, and asked a little, without further words, he picked up the bowl of rice and covered the strangeness in his eyes.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, Mo Wuming blinked, looked at Dongfang who had put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Don't you like it? I'll change the dishes next time, and you can have some dim sum."

Although I don't know what Brother Fang thought of, but at that moment he felt that this person wrapped himself even tighter, and if he wanted to enter the other's world, how would he open a hole?

The gaze Dongfang looked over was indescribable, and he didn't want to see that person with a warm skin, but a playful expression in his eyes.He turned his eyes away, and his tone was calm and unwavering, and he said whatever he said: "You go somewhere else, I'll take a nap."

Mo Wuming hugged the bowl, trying to dispel the other party's rude remarks: "I haven't finished eating yet, you go to sleep, I promise to be quiet."

Seeing that the other party was indifferent, he widened his eyes, tried to be cute, and tried to win the other party's softness: "I have worked so hard, it took me an hour to buy vegetables, and an hour to cook, and I am still not full. No matter how much I toss about it, it will be cold. Poor, isn't it?"

"Put down the curtains, and the inner room is quiet. Brother Fang doesn't like to eat the dishes I've worked so hard for. I'm so sad~"

Dongfang Danfeng blinked lightly and frowned, he remembered that Brother Mo was not like this, what went wrong?

"Cough," Mo Wuming sat up straight, and persuaded in a gentle voice, "Brother Fang, go and rest, I will clean up here."

He got up and approached quietly, lowered the curtain, gently pushed the person across the screen, and promised: "I'll leave after eating."

The afternoon sun was warm and pleasant. Mo Wuming lay on the bed with his legs propped up. The sun came in through the window lattice, swept across the glazed vase, hit the swaying curtains, and occasionally shone through the cracks at the corner of the bed.

He leaned on his head and looked over there, but he couldn't see anyone, but he clearly knew that there was a person lying there, which made him feel that a vacancy in his heart was filled.Friendship, family affection, love, he thought, he has it for the sleeping person.

Unknowingly fell asleep, slept too relaxedly, woke up, the room was full of caves, Mo Wuming rubbed his forehead, I don't know where this person went without saying a word, when will he come back?