Chapter seventy-five

He has always trusted Wumo.

That's a trust that has no reason to be.

Not only because of those two life-saving graces, he felt that there was a sense of familiarity in Wumo.

A sense of familiarity that makes him trust unconditionally.

So, when he didn't know what to do, he habitually came to him.

But he forgot that he was nothing to Wumo.

He didn't need to listen to him.

He is too hypocritical.

"It's getting late outside, you stay," Wu Mo saw that he was really sad and sad today, and the hand that stopped him was also thrown away by him, knowing that the joke just now was afraid of hurting him, so he reached out and pulled him again.

"It's not too late, I remember the way back."

Pushed the hand on his arm out.

Wumo watched the man laugh and scold on weekdays, and was intimate with himself, but today he left in despair.

I think something great must have happened to him.

Wu Mo looked at He Yanhuan's wrongness, it was getting late outside, since he had helped him five times, Zuo was just so that he could live safely, why did he talk fast today!

He came here today because he wanted to talk to himself, but when he was in a bad mood, he met me and scolded him like this, and he was not angry.

Seeing him out of the mountain gate, Wu Mo really didn't worry about the lost and depressed lord in front of him.

So he followed all the way.

Although this road is not bumpy, it is necessary to pay attention to the three points. What's more, if it is dark today, if you don't pay attention to it, you will hurt yourself, and the person in front of you, regardless of walking recklessly, is naturally scratched by a branch from time to time.

I don't know if it's recklessness or anger, but I didn't say a word.

The robe with wide sleeves was hung up, so he pulled it over angrily, I don't know if it hurt himself?

Today, I'm afraid that something will really look for him.

Although it was late, I was in the city.

I found a wine shop that hadn't closed yet, and asked for a jar of wine.

Now I'm not Zhou Xiaochuan, so I don't have to worry about that.

I have always considered myself a free and easy person. Although I don't have many things, I can afford to put them down. Even if you know that your time is short, you can calmly lie on the beach for a night. But now that I'm here, I'm sentimental at every turn, like a woman.

I never knew I was so cowardly and incompetent.

At the moment of the great enemy, everyone is doing their best, and I am the only one here who is sad and sad, moaning without illness. can't do one or two for others, but it's still a cancer buried around them, I don't know when and where they will be hurt, and the only thing that can be done at the moment is to stay away from them.

Master, I'm a man who really lives more and more.

"Xinfeng, sit down and have two drinks together."

"Childe, my subordinates don't dare."

"I'm not your son......"

You're mistaken, I've never been anyone.

It's not Zhou Xiaochuan.

It's not Ye Qing.

It's not anyone in this Great Xia Daqing! I'm a little ghost who hasn't been left in a day!

And who am I? Who am I supposed to be?

I should be lying on the beach, dying He Yanhuan.

No one cares, no father, no mother, no relatives and no reason, He Yanhuan, who is lonely to death.

That's me, none of this is me.

"Xinfeng, I don't like ...... here"

I don't like it, I don't want to come here, even though it's a place of glory and wealth, with people I love, and with so many people who have something to do with this body, he still doesn't like it.

"I don't like other places either, I don't know where I belong."

"I'm actually a lonely ghost."

"But I still wish I could fit in here."

"Not alone."

In fact, he He Yanhuan has never belonged here, so he misses the cold beach and himself like that in the dead of night.

This is not nostalgia, but now he is still in decline and unsteady.

Master, I thought that if there was Zhou Xiaochuan here, he would be willing to accompany him for the rest of his life, but now it seems that the farther away he is from Zhou Xiaochuan, the better, for his sake, he must stay away from him.

It's best to have nothing to do with it.

It turned out that he He Yanhuan had become the duckweed thing again, a lonely ghost who could stand in the sun.

Late at night, Xinfeng looked at the already drunk unconscious son, ready to carry him back.

However, people who are drunk do not cooperate at all.

He kept falling on his back and had to try to wake him up.

"Childe, Childe, let's go back."

"Go back?"

"Where are you going?"

Is there a place for me in this world?

"Back to ......"

Xinfeng didn't know where to go back, he couldn't show up in the big camp in Weiyuan County, and besides that, Gongzi really didn't know where to go.

"I'm homeless, I didn't have it a long time ago."

Since the death of both parents, there has been none.

After he came here, although he knelt in the ancestral hall, his heart was unusually steady. The mother who asks for warmth, the stern but hopeful father, and the girl who cares about her brother awkwardly. These made him feel down-to-earth, so he turned his attention to Zhou Xiaochuan at the beginning, how good Zhou Xiaochuan is, he has everything he didn't have. However, the more I got to know him, the more I began to feel sorry for his situation, and I felt sorry for the person who obviously had everything, but he lived like him in his previous life.

Therefore, he wanted to pull Zhou Xiaochuan back.

Don't let him go further and further down his path.

But he forgot that here, he was useless, and he couldn't help him in the slightest.

This frustrated him excruciously.

If you can't help him, stay close to him.

Every day, you can check him out.

However, it turned out that this was also unwanted. His identity, everything hidden behind him, is a warning to him at every moment that if you get too close to him, you will hurt him.

It's you who lack him.

He doesn't lack you.

Without you, he will live a better and safer life. Without you, there are still many people in this world who love him.

Even if you retreat to the next best thing, don't be the person at the top of his heart, just be a general friend in the crowd, and look at him from a distance, but you are also a friend who will bring harm to him, a real bad friend.

Unexpectedly, for the first time in my life, I loved someone, but I also failed.

"It hurts...... It hurts ......."

Xin Feng carefully supported the drunken son, and when he heard it carefully, he found that he was moaning quietly, sentence by sentence, and whispering softly was one word, it hurt.

After a while, he slipped out of his hand, curled up in a ball, and his face turned gray!

"Childe, your subordinates are rude!"

Shin Feng picked up the huddled man and rushed out of the private room.

I never thought that there was a person at the door of the private room, it was Master Wumo of the Rootless Temple.

They've been here for a long time, and I wonder how long he's been waiting here?

"Give him to me."

Xinfeng knew that the person in front of him knew him, but whether he was a friend or foe was not yet known.

Wu Mo didn't care what Xinfeng looked like, and directly hugged the person over and put him on the chair.

"How did you make yourself like this?"

Seeing him like this, Wu Mo's heart twisted slightly.

In his memory, he was all flamboyant and reckless, and he would not change his appearance no matter what.

The person in the chair was pale because of the pain, and his hair was already soaked with cold sweat from pain and stuck to his face.

No more smug look when arguing with him.

Twisting the handkerchief in the basin, Xinfeng watched Wumo gently wipe his face. Rubbing it very carefully, and with a bit of gentleness in it, Xin Feng felt that he was watching from the sidelines, and he felt that the son of the man must be an extremely precious person to Master Wumo.

"Master...... Master, don't you like my son-in-law? ”

Xinfeng knows that there are such things in this world, and that Rui Wang Ye is like this, he has been following the young master for a few days, and it is rumored in the world that Gongzi and Rui Wang Ye are the ones who have broken their sleeves, but as far as he observes in a few days, when Rui Wang Ye gets along with Gongzi, he can be regarded as treating each other politely, and they get along with others without any deviance, which is very ordinary, but when he gets along with Master Wumo, he is more casual, and Wumo treats Gongzi very gently at this time, compared to Rui Wangye, but it is more like a person who thinks about his heart.

“……”

Wu Mo really felt speechless, the people around this person also had a big brain, and they actually thought of them like this.

"Yes, I have a long-standing bad relationship with your son-in-law!"

“……”

Bad fate?! What bad fate? Could it be that this master of Wumo really admires his son?!

Xin Feng felt that he had heard something amazing, but it was no wonder that his son-in-law, the son was so shocking, a person with outstanding appearance, and there were naturally not a few admirers, and he looked at Lord Zhou, who had been facing others with a cold face, and seemed to be a little more gentle with his son-in-law.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that his son-in-law is a heartthrob!

“……”

What picture is this little guard making up in his mind, why is his face radiant, where does his smug face come from?

"Go and ask the guy for some hot water and a handkerchief, and a pot of hot tea."

"Oh...... Good! ”

Without interrupting him again, Wu Mo thought about not inadvertently developing some strange attributes for them!

After Xinfeng came back to his senses, he realized that he really didn't look at it! Although he didn't know the details of Master Wumo, Gongzi's face was a little pale, and Xinfeng quickly went downstairs.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wu Mo removed his sweaty clothes, exposed his chest, and his skin was cold.

The man in the chair was afraid that he was very uncomfortable, and wanted to curl up again, but he had no choice but to take the half-naked person into his arms.

Don't ask Wumo why he took advantage of him to go down to undress him, he was afraid that the little guard in front of him would not be able to stand the stimulation.

“…… Master, hot water. ”

Xinfeng knew that this posture was indecent, but when he was saving people, he couldn't care so much.

"Put the handkerchief in, wring it dry and hand it to me."

Soak the veil in hot water, wring it dry, put the warm veil on his abdomen, and when it is a little cooler, replace it with a piece.

"Feed him some tea."

"Okay."

Xin Feng brought the tea closer and fed some into Childe's mouth.

"Master, is the son okay? Would you like to invite a doctor? ”

It hurts so badly, just apply a hot compress? Xinfeng was still relieved, so he asked out loud.

"No, it'll be fine for a while."

After waiting for half a pillar of incense, his face gradually became rosy, and his frowning eyebrows and eyes stretched a lot.

"You go outside and hire a carriage, and we'll go back to the Rootless Temple."

"Okay."

Wu Mo put on his clean robe, and the person who drank the hot tea had already fallen asleep with him.

There was no one around, looking at the man's new eyebrows and eyes, and the soft words rippled in the room, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

"Huan'er, you don't have gastritis. Don't remember? ”