Easter eggs

Mo Xi's angry and disgusting feeling revived again, his face was still cold, but the intense anger was suppressed in his black eyes.

He felt resentful, but he didn't know what he was resenting.

Naturally, one shouldn't blame those who came to look at Gu Mang's brand, they just spend money for fun.

You shouldn't blame Mr. Wang Shu either. Mr. Wang Shu and Gu Mang have betrayal enmity, and they are just sinners.

So he could only resent Gu Mang.

He stared at the bright red words on the sign. The red color seemed to be some kind of stubborn disease, and it easily stained the bottom of his eyes.

How familiar it all felt, like a nightmare reenacting itself.

Many years ago, he received a call from a classmate and hurried from the university dormitory to the nightclub in the city center - the classmate told him that he seemed to see the long-lost Gu Mang there, drinking and taking drugs there, he didn't believe it.

But when he panted like a fool and stood in the dim light and shadow, passed through the bewitching men and women, and pushed open the heavy private door, he still saw the figure in the deep part of the hall.

The face is still the same face, but the person seems to be no longer that person.

Gu Mang lay in the depths of the dark leather sofa, surrounded by pearls and emeralds, the smoke between his fingers was burning bit by bit, and the light blue smoke curled up, and he drank the wine handed by the woman with a smile.Hearing the movement, he slightly opened his blurred eyes, and glanced at Mo Xi with his black eyes—but he just giggled as if he couldn't see the anger and sadness on his old friend's face.

Mo Xi felt that something shattered in his heart following Gu Mang's unrestrained smile.

Yes.

But flesh and blood.

"It's just a bed, so what should I do seriously?" Gu Mang, who was in the box at the night show, told him that.

Gu Mang never cared about these things, so he lay down with a smile in reality, and wrote it indifferently in the book.

"What's the big deal?"

Gu Mang's family was backward, and Gu Mang chose not to cheer up. Perhaps his father's death sentence and his mother's lifelong rape had already shattered his soul, and he made himself live in a quagmire.

Cigarettes, alcohol, women, pills.

Whatever can release the most dopamine, he drowned himself there, only in those illusions that he was still his Young Master Gu, and his relatives and good years were never far away from him.

Mo Xi hated it and said, you are a coward.

Gu Mang looked at him with dark eyes, yes, I am a coward, I lost everything I had, if it were you, would you be afraid?Can you continue to be naive?

Before Mo Xi could answer, he smiled again, and said with a sweet smile, sorry, I forgot.I can't ask you about this matter, you are a penniless poor ghost, you have never had anything, so of course you are not afraid of losing.

You won't understand me.

As long as I'm alive and happy, there's nothing wrong with being a coward.

Gu Mang had already given him a sign in reality - as long as he is alive, it is good to live in a puddle of mud.So he should have expected this plot, right?

But Mo Xi never told Gu Mang that he didn't have nothing.

There is an unknown hero in his heart, who is willing to hand over his hand to him who is struggling in the quagmire in the midst of flowers.For so many years, when he thought of having such a friend, he felt a fire in his heart.

But the moment he opened the door of the box, he lost the fire that kept him warm all the time.

His hero died.

Gu Mang still told him that you have nothing at all, so you don't understand how painful it is to lose what you originally had.You are simply poor and white, so you can fight so bravely and fearlessly.

Those vivid past events are mixed with the shocking reality of today.

Faint voices could be heard in the rooms of Luomei Bieyuan, and Mo Xi felt he couldn't breathe. He turned around abruptly, walked to the end of the veranda, and panted outside.The slender fingers pinched the window lattice, unexpectedly pinching the lattice wood into a crack.

bitch.

Mo Xi's eyes were red, and he stared at the long night in front of him without saying a word.

These two extremely mean words suddenly appeared in his mind, this was the first time in his life that he thought of such vicious words to describe a person.

Gu Mang, that bitch.

He once thought that he knew Gu Mang very well, he once thought that he knew Gu Mang better than anyone else, he was so stupid that he kept Gu Mang in his heart.In and out of the book, he once stubbornly and firmly trusted Gu Mang. Even if the evidence was in hand, before he saw the real person, Officer Mo did not want to believe that Gu Mang would fall to this point from the bottom of his heart.Even if thousands of people blamed him, Lord Xihe stood in the main hall of the Chonghua Palace and said to everyone - I, Mo Xi, swear on my life that Gu Mang will not betray the country before there was an enemy on the battlefield.

But Gu Mang lied to him.

Gu Mang let him down.

Bear his trust again and again, and his expectations day after day.

In the end, he even pierced his heart with his own hands, telling him that there is no turning back.

But even so, until now, Mo Xi actually has a little bit of hope in his heart.

He hoped that at least in the book, Gu Mang would still be the hard-nosed Gu Mang, and An Neng lowered his eyebrows to urge the rich and powerful, which made me unhappy.Then, his heart, which had already been scarred by Gu Mang, might be somewhat comforted.

But Gu Mang didn't even give him this comfort.

Mo Xi felt that the bones hidden in his flesh and blood were trembling with hatred, trembling with hatred.

Gu Mang was really able to get to this point in order to live...to be able to...

With a "bang", the door opened.

Mo Xi's back tensed suddenly, like an eagle on the hunt.He didn't look back, but he knew that the voice came from Gu Mang's room.

Someone came out cursing, spat thick phlegm on the ground, cursed, and walked heavily down the stairs.There was a pungent alcohol smell in the corridor.

A drunk alcoholic.

Mo Xi's nausea became more and more severe. He was obsessed with cleanliness, and there were many other large and small mental compulsions. He stood where he was, trying his best to suppress the raging flames in his chest.

After a while, until the smell of wine has dissipated and can no longer be smelled.He raised his head and closed his eyes.Then slowly opened his eyes, and returned to the door without saying a word with an almost weird calm.

After a pause, he raised his black leather military boots and pushed open the carved lacquer door that was closed not long ago.

As in those days, he finally entered his room.

The room was dim, with only one oil lamp on, and the stomach-turning smell of alcohol was still permeating the surroundings.Mo Xi walked in with a sullen face, and glanced over, but there was no one there.

Swipe again, halfway through, and notice the thin sound of water behind the screen.

Mo Xi's blood surged maniacally again.

Gu Mang was taking a shower.

This cognition was knocked down like a sap, knocking him dizzy before his eyes.He was almost going crazy, betrayal, disappointment, disgust, hatred, he suppressed all the emotions, so that his heart was full of blood, and the blood flowed upstream, and his eyes were red.He bit his lip, turned his head to one side, his nails had already sunk into his palm, and he managed to hold back the monstrous flames of anger.

He didn't know that he would be so angry. He had already experienced the same disgusting thing once, but when he faced it again, his resentment only increased with the years.

In order not to lose his composure, Mo Xi sat down in front of the small round table and closed his eyes in silence. While waiting for Gu Mang to come out, he was thinking - what would Gu Mang look like when he saw him later?

When I saw Gu Mang, what should I say?

How different will Gu Mang in the book be from reality?

Gu Mang's "physical problem" mentioned in the outline, what kind of problem will it be?

Probably taking his self-questions as questions, Gu Mang's reminder tone in the setting book said with a smile: [The following answers all the questions that can be answered, first——]

"To shut up."

【…】

"You don't need to tell me, I will know it myself."

Without any setting, this is no longer a thin book world for him.He will use his eyes to see, his ears to listen, his heart to feel, and he will personally wait for that person.

Gritting his teeth like this for a long time, he didn't even notice when the sound of the water stopped.

He still hated Gu Mang for his lack of dignity.

It wasn't until another candle in the room came on that he came back to his senses. He opened his eyes sideways and saw a man in white unlined clothes quietly looking at him beside the lampstand. He didn't know how long he had been there.

The man's face was still the same as he remembered.

Just lost a little weight.

No one spoke for a while.

The man stood silently, with loose clothes, manacled manacles around his neck, bare feet, and uncombed jet-black hair hanging obediently on his shoulders, which made his face pale and thin, so his eyes looked extraordinarily special. clear.He had just washed himself, and at this moment, his hair was dripping water drop by drop, from his neck, to his collarbone, to his chest...Suddenly it was hidden in the shadow of his clothes, and he could no longer be seen, leaving only a few indistinct lines wet marks.

Gu Mang.

Gu Mang...

The room was eerily quiet, which made the noise of the men and women next door playing and playing extremely ear-piercing.

Mo Xi's eyes were still reddish, and his clenched knuckles were trembling. He stared at the man, his Adam's apple twitched, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Finally saw you again.Finally see you again.

There were so many questions in my mind before, but none of them could be recalled.

The only scene that flashed before his blurry eyes was the last scene in reality when he hugged Gu Mang into the ambulance. Gu Mang was covered in blood, his face was as white as paper, his eyelashes were tightly closed, and his face was full of blood. His expression seemed serene and calm.

At that time, Officer Mo felt that he might never see him open his eyes again in his life.

But now, Gu Mang just stood in front of him, his eyes were calm, and he looked at him silently.

It's ridiculous to say it, the hatred is obviously so deep, but at this moment, Mo Xi's first reaction was to be disappointed that he didn't notice Gu Mang's appearance in time, so he missed Gu Mang's expression when he saw him for the first time.

But now Gu Mang is calm and calm, just like looking at every guest who walked into his room in the past two years, without any emotions that Mo Xi is familiar with.

It was such a peaceful reunion.

The two looked at each other for a while, then Gu Mang came over and sat down next to Mo Xi.

Probably such a calm action was beyond Mo Xi's expectations, and Mo Xi was startled. Although his face remained motionless, he subconsciously moved back a little.

"you……"

Gu Mang picked up a bundle of small bamboo slips from the table and silently handed them to him.

Mo Xi didn't know what to say, but he took it anyway, and opened the bamboo slip by the faint candlelight.He glanced at ten lines and scanned the content above, but felt a burst of heat in his blood, and a burst of coldness in his blood.

In the end, he closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly he was so angry that he slammed the bamboo slips on the table hard.

The tranquility was shattered.

"...Gu Mang." Mo Xi stared at him, still enduring it, but the melt in his eyes was getting more and more intense, and his knuckles were crackling, "Are you fucking crazy?"

"You have to choose."

When Gu Mang spoke, his voice was as soft and silky as in reality, with a little hoarseness and a very low tone.

He picked up the bamboo slip again, and handed it to Mo Xi again: "You choose one."

"What do you think I'm here for?!"

Gu Mang seemed to only be able to say one word: "Choose."

Mo Xi was so angry that he was about to rise to the sky, his chest heaved and heaved, his bright black pupils were full of hostility, the redness in his eyes became more and more prosperous, anger, disappointment, hatred, sadness, all became reflections in his eyes. The color of blood.

He took the bundle of small bamboo slips, and after a while, he threw it on the table again.

The bamboo slips were knocked open, and the price of Luomei Bieyuan was listed on it, from chatting, accompanying drinks, to venting anger, to... to...

Mo Xi suddenly turned his gaze away.

"If you don't choose, what should I do?"

Mo Xi was almost driven crazy by him, but he was still patient. He was really irritable, but he was also really tolerant, and the words came out from his teeth: "What should I do?"

Gu Mang looked at him calmly, his eyes were like Wubo Gujing: "Aren't you here to whore?"

"…………"

Mo Xi's face froze.

He couldn't believe that one day this word would actually fall on his head.

He even felt his stomach start to cramp.

"Gu Mang, you..."

"Everyone is here to do these things." Gu Mang said, "If you don't do it, why are you here?"

He pulled the bamboo slips over for the third time, lifted them up, and unfolded them in front of Mo Xi.

"Choose, or go."

"..."