"Is it still cold?"

Ai Mo quickly shook his head, lowered his head and let him rub his hands, so that the cold hands gradually warmed.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Mu Qiming's fingertips touched Ai Mo's wrist, and the wrist with the scar was as if it had been hit by a soldering iron, which made Ai Mo instantly and vigorously withdraw his hand, and his right hand tightly held his left wrist, like a frightened fawn.

Mu Qiming's palm was empty, as if frozen.

"yes, I'm sorry, I'm not ......"

But before he finished speaking, Mu Qiming got up again and went to the kitchen.

Ai Mo was a little flustered, she didn't mean to reject Mu Qiming, on the contrary, Mu Qiming's concern made her feel that her whole heart was warm, it was a kind of satisfaction rippling with happiness, a feeling that she had never had before, which made people palpitate but couldn't help but get closer.

The sound of the heart beating violently filled his head, and Ai Mo didn't have time to think about it, so he ran to the kitchen in three steps and two steps.

Mu Qiming, who was holding the water cup, almost splashed the things in his hand, blocking Momo's waist with one hand to relieve the inertia of her bumping into it, and raising it with the other hand so that the splash that was about to splash out would not be sprinkled on Momo.

"I'm sorry!" Ai Mo exclaimed, and when he stood firmly, he saw that Mu Qiming's hand holding the water cup was dripping, the quilt was still steaming, and his hand was already red.

Ai Mo apologized repeatedly, and quickly took the cup in Mu Qiming's hand and put it on the cabinet next to her, the heat of the cup wall made her confirm how hot the water was.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to." Ai Mo took Mu Qiming's hand and turned on the faucet and rushed up, the cold water made Mu Qiming's hot red hands gradually cool down, and also calmed Ai Mo's beating heart.

"Why did you just run over all of a sudden?"

"I ......"

"Thought I was angry?" Mu Qiming's voice was very gentle, as if he wanted to induce Ai Mo to answer.

Momo nodded.

"I'm sorry, just now, I didn't mean to."

"I know."

"I mean, I didn't mean to."

"I know that too."

Turning off the water, Ai Mo was a little embarrassed, but Mu Qiming turned around and cleaned up the mess on the ground, and refilled the cup and handed it to Ai Mo. At this moment, Ai Mo smelled a faint smell of ginger tea.

"You just walked away because this was cooked?" Ai Mo asked, holding the cup.

"Or else?" Mu Qiming chuckled.

Seeing Mu Qiming smiling, Ai Mo couldn't help but feel that it was a little ridiculous that she was so flustered just now, sighed, and returned to the living room to nest on the sofa, which was much more relaxed than just now.

"There's ointment at home, why don't I rub it on you!" Ai Mo took a sip of ginger tea lightly, and saw that Mu Qiming's hands were still red, and he blamed himself a little.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in two days, but I feel uncomfortable after applying the ointment, and I used to burn it when I first learned to cook, which is more serious than this."

Ai Mo bit her lip and saw Mu Qiming sitting at the other end of the sofa, but did not come closer, but felt a little lost in her heart. was about to speak, but was interrupted by Mu Qiming.

"Drink it, it's time to get cold."

"Oh." Ai Mo had to take a sip of the somewhat spicy ginger tea.

"That, Qiming."

"Yes."

Ai Mo took a deep breath, and as if he had made some major decision, he moved himself to Mu Qiming's side, stretched out his wrist, and handed it to Mu Qiming.

"Huh?" Ai Mo's move surprised him a little. Mu Qiming knew that those memories in the past were the sore spots of Aimo, and they were also precious memories. The reason why he is reluctant to erase this scar may also be because he wants to remind himself not to forget, not to forget the beauty of the past, and not to forget the pain of the past, but he is not afraid of him, but it is still difficult to do all this, even if so many years have passed, it can be seen that time cannot really dilute everything.

"This was left a few years ago, the day before my eighteenth birthday." This is the first time Ai Mo has taken the initiative to talk about this scar.

"Yes." Mu Qiming looked at the wound in front of him that was still obvious after several years, and could even see how terrible it should have been back then, and how bent the person who drew this wound should be to die.

"At that time, I was very afraid of pain, I watched TV, some people can end their lives with a slight stroke on their wrists, so I thought that cutting their wrists was an easy thing, but I didn't expect that the first knife almost hurt and made me want to give up." A wry smile appeared on Ai Mo's face, maybe she knew that this method would bring so much pain to her body, she would not have chosen this method, maybe it was already ancient now.

Mu Qiming frowned, looked at Ai Mo embarrassed but resolutely told himself about the past he didn't want to recall, sighed lightly, and took Ai Mo into his arms.

"At that time, I thought I was going to heaven because I had never done anything bad, at least, that's what I felt at the time. Therefore, I thought that God would definitely let me go to heaven, but when I saw the red color of the pool, I realized that there was no heaven at all, and even if there were, death would still be terrible. ”

"It's just that I didn't expect that there was something more terrible waiting for me than I did. There, I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. There are many happy or unhappy people there, if I am happy to live in my own little world, if I am happy to escape the cruelty and impetuousness of reality, then this may be where I will end up in the next few decades. ”

"Xiao Ai, it's not a shame to try to forget the past, if you don't like it, you can not mention it."

Momo shook her head.

"I thought about forgetting all of that, but when I was in the hospital, I told me a lot of stories, and those people were very strange, at least in the eyes of ordinary people, they were all unsociables, but none of them were willing to forget everything in the past, even if everything in the past was a heavy burden for them, which was the cornerstone of their success. Although I may not be as successful as theirs, I want to be like them, and let the past be my inspiration rather than a stumbling block. It's ridiculous that I say that, because I know I simply didn't do it. ”

"No, dare you say, it's a success in itself."

Ai Mo smiled.

"You say, I'll listen."

Mu Qiming gently patted Ai Mo's back, as if he was coaxing a child with a temper, listening to her babbling, and said what she wanted to say without any adjustment. The story of the past is very plain, as boring and depressing as every unfortunate story, but Mu Qiming listens very seriously, because this is Aimo's past, the past that did not have him.