"Is it ......", Yun Weiyang clasped his hands on his chest, leaned against the edge of the windowsill and sat down, with a smile on his face: "You don't dare?" Or are you scared? ”

"No, it's not that you don't dare, it's not that you're afraid, it's ...... I was meant to be a piece of shit! ”

"Waste?" Yun Weiyang lengthened his voice, and suddenly raised his head and burst into laughter, but there was no disdain or ridicule in that laughter.

When she had finally laughed enough, she looked at Forgotten Dust again, and her voice sounded extremely ethereal: "Then you know, who I am?"

Forget Chen looked up at her, not understanding why she was asking, so he pursed his lips and did not speak.

Yun Weiyang stood up straight and walked towards him, leaning on the back of the chair and looking at him condescendingly, his red lips dripping with blood: "I used to be a waste!"

Forget the dust for a moment, shocked again, he looked up at Yun Weiyang, and the eyes that were originally as silent as stagnant water were turbulent for a moment.

Yun Weiyang patted him on the shoulder, sat down on the chair again, didn't say more, and continued to eat, there are some things that need to be considered and pondered by yourself, and it is useless for others to say more.

On the other hand, Forget Worry kept her head down and kept eating, as if whatever was happening around her had nothing to do with her.

Forget Chen sat stiffly in the chair, but the hands under the table were tightly clenched into fists, and the green tendons on them burst out, as if he was making the most important decision in his life, constantly wandering in the struggle.

After a while, his eyes gradually became firm, he turned his head to look at Yun Weiyang, who was eating quietly and no longer had any words, and his voice was hoarse and slow: "From today on, I, I am Mo Wangchen!"

Yun Weiyang was biting a braised chicken wing, pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "It turns out that you believe in ink, Mo forgets dust, a good name, since you have figured it out, let's eat quickly, if you don't eat again, there will be no more!"

Mo Wangchen's lips trembled, revealing a smile that was even uglier than crying.

In fact, he can't be blamed, because even he doesn't know how many years he hasn't laughed, and maybe he's forgotten what it looks like to laugh.

He turned his head to look at the stupid but desperately gobbling up his worries next to him, pursed his thin lips and lifted his chopsticks again.

With the exchange just now, Mo Wuchen's movements are no longer as awkward as before, although it can't be said to be a complete release, but at least it's no longer Yun Weiyang sandwiching a piece of him.

Obviously, he hadn't seen so much sumptuous food for a long, long time, so he had eaten a lot.

After eating and drinking, Yun Weiyang took them to Shui'er's house, and after leaving the worries to take care of Shui'er's mother's daily life, he returned to Yunheng Courtyard with Mo Wuchen.

It was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and after Yun Weiyang briefly explained a few words to Mo Wangchen, he rushed into his room-

Sitting down cross-legged on the bed, she pinched Zi Ling out of her sleeve, and when she was drinking with Feng Qianchen at the inn that night, Zi Ling secretly drank a little bit of curiosity, but she didn't expect her whole body to immediately become as red as fire, and then she fell drunk on the table, and she didn't wake up until now.

Yun Weiyang shook his head, gently placed it on the pillow, and then began to try his luck, but the dantian always seemed to be blocked by something, and the breath could not operate freely.