The Black Widow hovered over Mo Yao and others for more than half an hour. It seemed that no one was moving. They were not of this generation. They left. The whole forest became quiet again. Wushuang and Fengyun could judge the distance of the plane, so they fired their guns.
I turned on the light and walked carefully in the forest. Stop and go, stop and go. More than an hour later, the black widow came back again.
Wushuang cursed, it was endless. She and Fengyun hid in the bushes, while Mo Yao hugged Xiaobai and hid by the rocks. They inspected another place, but no one was found, and the two helicopters flew back. Mo Yao
Yao put down Xiaobai, and Mo Xiaobai was awakened. In the darkness, his eyes were as bright as two obsidians. He asked, what happened?
Mo Yao said, "It's okay, go to sleep."
Mo Xiaobai looked at him doubtfully. Mo Yao felt that this was the most sober Mo Xiaobai had been in the past few days. He could think, speak, and be calm. Now he was afraid that Mo Xiaobai would lose control. If he screamed,
The people above knew that they were below, and the bullets would splash down like rain, and they would be unable to stop them, so Mo Yao looked at Mo Xiaobai nervously...
Mo Xiaobai looked up and saw that there was no moonlight tonight. Even if there was moonlight, it was blocked by the dense forest. Mo Yao saw a deep despair in his eyes. His heart ached and he asked him what was wrong?
Xiaobai shook his head and muttered to himself, "I'll never get better, right?"
"Nonsense!" Mo Yao stopped him in a low voice, held his head and said in a deep voice, "It's okay, you'll be fine. Uncle Bai Ye said, you'll be fine."
"real?"
Mo Yao nodded, "Really, Wu Shuang received the news at noon, and Mo Chen said it himself. My mom was even worse back then, but she got better in the end, right? You will be fine."
Mo Xiaobai leaned against the rock tiredly. There seemed to be tears in his eyes, but they did not fall. He was just absent-minded for a while. Mo Yao didn't know what he was thinking. At this moment, he didn't want Mo Xiaobai to think alone, so he hugged him over.
Let him lean into his arms and hold him with strong iron arms.
"Xiaobai, you will be fine."
"I heard my sister said that my leg may need to be amputated."
"I'll give you my leg." Mo Yao said, touching his face gently, "Don't say any depressing words, okay? The wound infection is not serious, it is well controlled, and everything will be fine."
Mo Xiaobai didn't say anything. He was much more docile than when he was in the cell. Mo Yao didn't know for a moment whether Xiaobai's reaction in the cell was that he really didn't want him to save him or it was just his illusion.
Mo Xiaobai didn't say anything, and he didn't ask. He never asked Xiaobai a word about those days.
"You're tired, sleep a little longer." Mo Yao said, Mo Xiaobai grabbed his hand, Xiaobai's hand was weak, Mo Yao took the initiative to put his hand in his hand, Mo Xiaobai said, "Brother... from now on.
Don’t hit me, okay?”
Mo Yao's eyes stung, and he rested his chin on top of his head, almost crying. His aching heart tortured him endlessly, "Okay, I won't hit you. If I don't hit you, I will never hit you."
"You said you wouldn't hit me, but you still did."
"Brother was wrong, I won't do it again." Mo Yao said, Wu Shuang frowned, thinking that something was wrong with Xiao Bai. After so many days, he had never been as calm as he is now. But she couldn't explain for a moment, that weird thing
What does it feel like.
"I...never do it again, never again." Mo Yao murmured to himself, Mo Xiaobai's fingertips touched the palm of his hand and smiled slightly, "Then I forgive you."
"Xiaobai?" Mo Yao looked at him in surprise. Mo Xiaobai didn't look at him and just repeated, "I forgive you, I don't blame you anymore."
"Don't forgive me, never, just hate me like this, it doesn't matter, hate as much as you want, brother will always love you." Even if you hate me, Mo Yao seems to be no longer shy about the word, and seems to be eager to express his love.
, he couldn't tell what kind of reaction he longed for from Xiaobai, or what kind of reaction he hoped to get, he just wanted to tell him all his love.
Mo Xiaobai shook his head, "No, I forgive you."
Mo Yao kissed his hair, and Mo Xiaobai stayed quiet in his arms for a long time. Mo Yao felt his muscles twisting and his body trembling, thinking that his drug addiction had relapsed, but Mo Xiaobai shook his head and just said he was cold.
, Mo Yao hugged him tightly. If he could light a fire, he could not wait to light a fire to warm Xiaobai's body.
He rubbed his arm, causing heat from the friction, "Are you feeling better?"
Mo Xiaobai didn't answer. Mo Yao wanted to take a thick coat and cover him. Mo Xiaobai shook his head and said, "Just hold me like this and let me stay for a while."
Mo Yao nodded and hugged him tightly. If it had been in the past, Mo Yao would have noticed that something was wrong with Xiao Bai, but Xiao Bai had been in a coma for a long time. After coming out, except for going crazy, he never had a good word with Mo Yao.
Even if his voice was hoarse and unpleasant at this moment, it was the sound of nature to Mo Yao's ears.
"Am I very willful?" Mo Xiaobai asked Mo Yao, "Have you ever bothered me... I want to hear the truth."
"No!"
"real?"
"Really." Mo Yao said, intertwining their fingers with his, "How could I bother you? You are very willful and selfish, but if you are not willful and selfish, you are not a novice. Sometimes I am attracted by you.
It makes me very sad and sometimes very painful, but it doesn’t bring me as much happiness as you do. Really, when you are by my side, I feel like I don’t need anything. When you are with me in the study, I would rather spend my time.
Just stop. I would rather you stay with me until I grow old. Why should I bother you? I will never."
Mo Xiaobai seemed very happy, "When I was in the cell, I hated you very much."
"I know."
"I don't know what I hate, I don't know what I hate you, I just tell myself I hate you, but I can't die, no matter what, I can't die, if I die..." Mo Xiaobai trembled again, Mo Yao
Hurriedly, she hugged her tighter, "Are you cold?"
Mo Xiaobai nodded. Mo Yao didn't know how else he could make him warm. Mo Xiaobai was very tired and didn't want to talk. He just leaned on it tiredly. He needed to regain his strength. He didn't say a word as if he wanted to.
As if killing him, Mo Yao wanted him to rest, but Mo Xiaobai didn't want to. He wanted to lie in his arms because he wanted to talk to him.
Tacit understanding is a very strange thing. It happens naturally between people. Mo Yao didn't force him. Mo Xiaobai wanted to drink water, so he fed him some water. Xiaobai felt a little more comfortable and looked up again.
Staring at the sky, the dark leaves blocked the light.
"What do you want to see?"
"Sunshine." Mo Xiaobai said. He suddenly stopped talking. There were some hallucinations and some vague shadows in his mind. He wanted to tell Mo Yao that in fact, before he was taken to the plane in a coma, he saw Bai Liu.
But he suddenly didn't want to say it. He thought that this might be part of the reason why he hated Mo Yao so much.
Wushuang suddenly said, "Xiaobai, you talk too much, please take a nap."
Mo Xiaobai didn't seem to hear it. He looked at Mo Yao and asked, "Do you know what else I was thinking about in the cell?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm wondering why you love me." Mo Xiaobai said, "I can't figure it out. I'm in pain. In those days, the only time I was awake was thinking about why you love me. I can't figure it out."
"I don't understand either." Mo Yao said, "If you don't understand, don't think about it. Not everything needs to be understood."
Mo Xiaobai smiled, and the smile touched the corners of his lips, which were a little painful. Mo Xiaobai groaned, "I'm in pain...Brother, I'm in pain, I endured...it's so hard..."
"Be good, it's okay. It'll be fine in a few days." Mo Yao knew that he was in pain, and that damn thing was not something a human could bear. He didn't even know what kind of pain Mo Xiaobai was going through at the moment, and he wished he could feel the same, even if he couldn't.
Share a little and suffer together.
"Brother, can you let me kiss you?" Mo Xiaobai asked. Mo Yao was a little surprised why he had such a request. Mo Xiaobai said, "I should have kissed you when we were in Berlin."
Mo Yao lowered his head, kissed him on the lips, and sucked his lips gently. Mo Xiaobai pushed him away slightly and stubbornly insisted on kissing him. Mo Yao couldn't laugh or cry. Mo Xiaobai is so stubborn sometimes that you can't
There's nothing you can do against him.
Wushuang couldn't stand it, and her eyebrows were tightly knitted together. It hurt too much. She had never been in such pain when she was rejected by Kaka.
Mo Yao raised his body a little higher and asked him to sit on his lap. Mo Xiaobai hugged his neck softly and leaned forward tremblingly to kiss Mo Yao's lips. Mo Yao fell back, like this
Xiaobai pressed down without any effort. Mo Xiaobai kissed very seriously. This was the first time he kissed Mo Yao. He was very clear-headed at the moment and knew what he was doing. He was doing something he had wanted to do a long time ago.
matter.
He kissed very carefully, and Mo Yao took the initiative to open his lips to let him in. Their lips and tongues were entangled. Mo Xiaobai closed his eyes, with a look of intoxication and pain on his face. Mo Yao held his head and asked him to retreat slightly.
…
Enough, enough.
When Mo Xiaobai smiled, even though he was extremely thin, sallow and emaciated, his smile was still beautiful. Mo Yao's heart was so soft that Mo Xiaobai said, "I should have done this when I was in Berlin...
...Brother, I forgive you, brother..."
He said forgiveness many times today, and Mo Yao's train of thought was a little confused.
Mo Xiaobai's body softened again, and Mo Yao hurriedly hugged him. Xiaobai said, "I'm sorry for Ji Bing, and I'm even more sorry for you. Brother, thank you for loving me."
A cold feeling ran down Wushuang's back, and his body reacted faster than his brain and rushed towards Mo Xiaobai. Mo Xiaobai suddenly pushed Mo Yao away. He didn't know when he had already held a military bayonet in his hand and pointed it straight towards Mo Xiaobai.
Pricking my own chest...
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The recently revised gold medal publication manuscript is due this month and will be published in June. I may not be able to make it in time. I stayed up very late at night, so the second update has been postponed. I will update it before 6 o'clock, (*^__
