Quickly traverse the host, his weak constitution

Xie Zao was concentrating on gesturing in the palm of his hand, not noticing the depression and lowness of the voice, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Guess?"

"I can not guess it."

Xiao Mo carefully felt the movement in the palm of his hand, like a kitten scratching, not a word, maybe a painting?

He suddenly remembered that in the spring of this year, the little emperor would write him a letter expressing his affection every day, always accompanied by a pair of incomprehensible graffiti that looked like ink was randomly splashed on it.

The peach blossoms are scorching in the spring, and the memories are irresistible and gentle like a wave. The current situation is more and more pale, and the bright red blood will be sprinkled all over the place when the curtain of shame is lifted.

White is the emotion of tenderness and sweetness, and the honey frost of false deceit; red is the redness glowing in the white, the soft sword is wrapped in honey and pierces the heart, painless, but beautiful blood flows out of the red heart.

Red and white, dazzling and dirty.

"I wrote your name!" Xie Zao said happily.

I use the words of my hometown.

"Really?" The little emperor's voice brought him back from his trance, "Is this how my name is written?"

He suddenly felt that the late summer sun was too dazzling, and he couldn't help closing his eyes. He pressed closer to the little emperor's thin back, as if he could get some comfort by doing so.

Xie Zao felt as if he had been hit by a coquettish big dog on his back, he tilted his back so that there was no gap between the two of them.

After a while, the restaurant served food.

Xiao Mo chose the dishes that the little emperor could eat, carefully put them on a plate for him, and put them in front of the little emperor, and then he carefully picked out the fishbone for the little emperor.

Xie Zao was very satisfied with the meal, especially the service.

Pepper????????

In the afternoon, Xiao Mo didn't let him go to play right away, but asked him to sleep, it was already night when he woke up.

Because it was the end of the month, the sky was dark and there was no moon, but the streets were as bright as stars falling on the ground, the lights were brightly lit, crowds of people came and went, noisy and bustling, just like a festive scene.

"Is today a holiday?" Xie Zao looked at the noisy crowd, the people brought their families with them, and the young boys and girls looked ashamed.

A small stall owner next to them slid his hand in the direction of chaos, and said happily: "Little madam, you are not from here, you must have married here from afar, right?"

He glanced narrowly at the tall and handsome young man beside Xie Zao, who looked charming and charming. The young man was half-opening his arms to protect the person in his arms from being touched by people.

Seeing that Xie Zao's face was blushing a lot, he managed to laugh a few times:

"Such a considerate man is worth marrying far away! Today is our Xiayang Festival in Kyoto, today is IKEA, look at this street, there are many happy families and young girls who have the same eyes come out to play, this year's young boys You guys, maybe after a few years, you will bring your children out to play today."

Xie Zao suddenly realized, and suddenly his heart trembled, he didn't know what the meaning of today's festival was, but would Xiao Mo not know?

Starlight shone in his eyes, he turned and looked up at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo gently touched the little emperor's cheek.

The owner of Wonton was about to die of sourness. He joked, "Little madam, I will give birth to one when I go back this year! Next year, I will bring my young master and young lady to eat here. I don't want your money!"

Xie Zao waved his hands in embarrassment, and said honestly: "I won't give birth!" He took a few steps back while talking.

Xiao Mo curled his lips and pinched his waist with his hands, preventing him from retreating.Cold hands touched his fat-free belly from his waist, rubbed it gently, and suppressed a smile from his throat:

"You can give birth! Madame! It's because I didn't work hard enough!"

Xie Zao: …………………

The two finally ate a bowl of wontons together. The food made by this stall is really delicious, the stuffing is thin and the meat is tender.

When leaving, Xie Zao saw Xiao Mo take out several gold leaves from his bosom, and the boss happily accepted them.

For the next play, Xiao Mo carried him on his back, Xie Zao's vision became much wider, wherever he pointed, Xiao Mo carried him there, until the night market was about to close, and the two returned to the palace.

Xie Zao was a little unfinished, Xiao Mo looked at him with dark eyes and said: "Don't worry, there will be more later."

Xiao Mo helped him add a piece of clothing, and then used light work to bring him up to the tallest building in the palace.

Xie Zao held his heart that was constantly beating because of the volley, overlooking the entire palace from a height, and the thousands of lights that supported the entire palace, his heart was filled with a surge of enthusiasm, and he felt an urge to shout .

"what--"

Xie Zao opened his throat and shouted.

"Cough, cough—" The cold night air entered his lungs, making him cough uncontrollably. Xie Zao quickly took out the holy medicine powder and licked his palm.

"I'm so happy, Xiao Mo! I'm so happy." Xie Zao said to Xiao Mo, looking at the face of the man beside him, and at the grand scene under the eaves.

"Can I do the same next year? Can I do the same the year after? The next year?"

he asked in fear.

This is a question, a longing promise, and an unknowable fear of life. He is full of illnesses, and he never knows when he will leave.

But now, he was actually starting to fear what would happen to Xiao Mo when he left. He was eagerly hoping to hear Xiao Mo's affirmative answer.

Xie Zao stared longingly at the moonlight-like person in front of him.

Xiao Mo's throat seemed to be choked by something, he looked at the gleam in the clear eyes in front of him, as beautiful as a galaxy full of bright stars, he knew the ending, but he couldn't say no to it, He froze for a while.

After a long time, the heat in Xie Zao's heart gradually cooled down, and Xia Ye's indifference penetrated through his clothes and penetrated into his bones.

For a long time, when Xie Zao didn't look forward to it and was disappointed like resigned to fate.

Xiao Mo said affirmatively: "Yes. Next year, the year after, the year after the year."

at this moment.

The darkness of lying on the couch for a long time, the lingering and piercing pain, the emaciated shoulder blades, and the eyes eager to look out of the window are all relieved at this moment. Smooth the edges and corners, and turn it into a gentle stream, watering the small flowers on the bank one after another.

Joy, clamor, timidity, excitement, emotions mixed and brewed in Xie Zao's heart like new wine in an old wine cellar.

The little emperor vomited blood three times a day (90)

*

At that time, the night bell in Kyoto rang, like a signal, and the fireworks in the distance suddenly exploded in the night sky behind the two of them, extremely gorgeous, magnificent and beautiful.

Amidst the sound of huge fireworks exploding, Xie Zao's heart was pounding, Xiao Mo approached him from behind, hugged him in his arms, and covered his eyes and ears with his hands.

The cool night wind blew against his cheeks, his eyes couldn't hear, and his sense of touch became more acute.He clearly felt the heart beating at the same frequency as his in the chest cavity behind him.

The unhealthy heart, in the same mood, can also sway in the air like a tied wind chime to create a consistent and beautiful melody.

It is eternal and unchanging until death, Xie Zao thought quietly in the cool evening breeze.

The two watched the fireworks in the middle of the night on the roof.

Later he felt cold, Xiao Mo hugged him and sat in his arms, and finally he fell asleep at some point.

He vaguely heard Xiao Mo talking all the time, but it was vague and unclear. He only remembered that Xiao Mo was very pitiful at the end, and asked him like a trapped animal:

"...promise me, help me, please? Save him, I will always be with you in the last...days."

Xie Zao didn't want Xiao Mo to be unhappy, he didn't hear what Xiao Mo was saying clearly, but this didn't prevent him from patting Xiao Mo's broad palm softly a few times in a daze, and said vaguely as if comforting: "Okay. "

Afterwards, there was a long silence, if the hands around his waist did not relax at all, he would have thought that Xiao Mo had left him and left.

The night is as cool as water, and the evening wind blows wearily.

The stars all over the sky are like lost pearls, groping in the vastness, dim, unable to illuminate the path home.

It seemed that after a long time, Xie Zao felt that Xiao Mo called him in a low voice, his voice was low and cool.

He was vaguely awakened a little bit of consciousness, and felt some wet and cold liquid dripping on his cheeks, and then was gently wiped away.

*

On the second day, Xie Zao was woken up by a commotion, his bed was full of people inside and outside, Xiao Mo and Imperial Doctor Xu were standing near his bed, a group of court ladies and eunuchs were standing outside obey orders.

Xie Zao watched the vinegar ribs being squeezed to the outermost side, saw him wake up, and was looking at him worriedly and anxiously.

What's wrong?Xie Zao's heart skipped a beat, he had a bad premonition, he pretended to be confused and looked around, there was a table next to the bed, with scissors, daggers, bowls and other things on it?

Xie Zao frowned and looked at Xiao Mo: "What is this for?"

Xiao Mo wore a dark red robe today, and clusters of black chrysanthemums were embroidered with black thread on it, like dark stains after the blood color had settled.

He lowered his eyelids, his expression was cold, he didn't look up at Xie Zao, and he didn't answer his words, like a silent and contemptuous flower of Gaoling.

Xie Zao looked at the silent man, panicked inexplicably, and asked again: "What are you doing?!"

Imperial Physician Xu seemed to see Xie Zao waking up at this time. He looked at the little emperor with pity, and pulled out a forced smile: "Your Majesty is awake? Let's have some breakfast first, or I'm afraid it will be uncomfortable later..."

After finishing speaking, he left the couch, took a piece of hot porridge from the hand of the maid, took a spoonful of it, blew it carefully, and handed it to the little emperor's mouth:

"Your Majesty, the minister has already cooled down, and the temperature of the porridge is just right. Please take a few bites, Your Majesty."