allonlinenovel Chapter 282 Like Snow
Chapter 282 Like Snow
Chapter 282 Like Snow
"Oh?"
"Actually, the mermaid silk and mermaid beads he wanted were for me." Qin Xiao didn't say much and changed the subject.
But Mo Hanyu was a man who could understand his unspoken meaning. But Mo Hanyu pursed his lips and did not ask.
The shark silk is impervious to water and fire. If it is wrapped around the whole body, one can even breathe freely underwater.
Mo Ze wanted to give him the shark silk because of something that happened before when Jiu Mei was still around.
That day, Jiu Mei and Mo Ze had a quarrel, and they were about to fight. Of course, Mo Ze was the one-sided winner, but the two were only concerned with the quarrel and didn't pay attention to his position. When Mo Ze slapped him, he flew out with him and fell into the river a hundred miles away. Fortunately, Mo Ze reacted quickly and pulled him out before he choked on the waves.
"Look at you, so violent!" Jiumei was still fanning the flames.
Mo Ze glanced at him coldly, then turned to look at him who was still vomiting blood - after all, it was an accidental injury, but even if he didn't break more than a dozen bones like Jiu Mei, it still didn't feel good.
"You can't swim?"
He glanced timidly at Mo Ze, whose mood was uncertain, and nodded hesitantly.
Mo Ze didn't say anything else.
Mo Ze stuffed the stolen shark gauze into his arms and put the crystal clear shark beads into the purse he had bought for him earlier and asked him to keep it.
Yes, Mo Ze has never been interested in these material things, so why would he suddenly want them?
It turned out to be for him.
He accepted it.
Any road that Mo Ze wants to take has never been difficult to walk. Although there are bumps along the way, that is for him. In Mo Ze's eyes, it is probably a smooth road.
Mo Ze's worldview is different from that of ordinary people, but his words and deeds have subtly influenced him. When he realizes that he is out of tune with the world, it is too late.
He was taken to Kunlun, a vast mountain range with towering peaks, all kinds of strange plants, and beasts he had never seen before.
Human face, tiger body, nine tails.
Lu Wu.
"Maybe you should call him God." Mo Ze tapped his head lightly and greeted him.
Kunlun is a vast area. It is relatively comfortable at the foot of the mountain, but the mountain is cold and windy. The top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round, and the biting cold wind blows through, raising a layer of goose bumps.
To him, Kunlun was not a special place. He did feel strange, but the feeling was no different from other places. He saw Bai Ze. The mythical beast, which was similar to Mo Ze, nodded gently at him and stroked his head with its claws in a friendly manner.
Mo Ze didn't seem to have a very good relationship with Bai Ze and left on his own.
He couldn't see Mo Ze and was a little flustered. After leaving Bai Ze, he started looking for him. Fortunately, Mo Ze appeared in front of him not long after and took him back to his residence.
Mo Ze slept in a cave at the foot of the mountain, which could shelter him from the wind and rain and was in a relatively quiet environment. He had been with Mo Ze all the way and had long been accustomed to curling up in Mo Ze's arms and being immersed in Mo Ze's cool breath. This time was no exception, he naturally crawled into Mo Ze's arms and let him caress him.
But this time Mo Ze was not very focused, as if he was thinking about something, and his hands fell with irregular movements, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.
Such unusual behavior caught his attention, but he did not ask any questions. He just squinted his eyes in his arms and fell asleep.
"Is there anything you want?" Mo Ze suddenly asked him, "You didn't like the ones I gave you before."
He looked at Mo Ze in surprise.
In fact, it's not that he doesn't like it, he just doesn't feel anything. In his opinion, it's better to teach him how to swim than to give him the same silk because he is not good at swimming. But he is not the kind of person who doesn't appreciate it. He is grateful to Mo Ze, but he doesn't feel anything for the gift.
Mo Ze noticed it and asked casually.
He couldn't think of what he wanted for a moment.
There was total silence in the cave.
"Knife." After thinking for a long time, he finally spoke.
He remembered what happened at the beginning.
At that time, Mo Ze didn't help him, and he had to solve all the problems by himself. He would always choose weapons like long swords to fight, but they would either break or fall out of his hand.
He wanted a knife that would not break.
So he looked at Mo Ze and answered the question.
Mo Ze stared at him thoughtfully, stroking his chin, thinking about something.
"How about giving you a knife that you can carry with you and never break?" Mo Ze tilted his head slightly, smiling meaningfully, "But you may have to suffer a little."
He was not afraid of this price, but was a little curious: "Why?"
Why do you want to give me something?
"You can think of it as a gift." Mo Ze smiled.
He could never figure out what Mo Ze was thinking.
But it doesn’t matter.
This idea was slightly shaken until a few days later when Mo Ze stabbed the knife into his spine.
It hurts so much!
His face was pale, beads of sweat hung on his forehead, his body was soaked, and the torture was still going on.
Mo Ze's hands were very steady, so steady that there wasn't even a trace of trembling. Seeing him in so much pain, he was able to concentrate and insert the long knife into his back without mercy, without any hesitation or wavering.
The black knife was slender and cool, with ice-blue animal patterns engraved on it. The ferocious animal face was roaring, as if it would crawl out of the knife and bite him in the next second.
Mo Ze taught him how to put the knife away and take it. From his description, he learned that the knife could be integrated into his body at will without any rejection, and he could also call it out at any time without any pain.
It is indeed a good idea to solve the problem once and for all. At least you don’t have to look for a scabbard again.
He is the scabbard.
Under Mo Ze's guidance, he made rapid progress, and his every move became more neat and crisp.
He would sway with the cold wind, follow the moonlight, and follow the guidance of the grass and trees...
All things have feelings, and heaven and earth are always bright.
As the days passed, he began to think about returning to Mangshan.
Mo Ze seemed to have sensed it, and although he didn't say it, it could be detected from his subtle body movements.
"this is for you."
One day, Mo Ze casually threw him a piece of jade - it was clear ice blue, shaped like a water drop, and felt cold to the touch.
He didn't think much about it. After all, Mo Ze liked to give him some strange things from time to time. He wanted to return the favor, but Mo Ze refused with the reason that "whatever you have is not given by me". So he accepted it.
I don’t know if it was this behavior that pleased Mo Ze, and he immediately invited him to enjoy the scenery with him.
To be honest, even if Mo Ze didn't mention it, he often stayed with Mo Ze, either on the hills, in the basin, or on the top of the snow-capped mountains, looking at the years in the mountains and enjoying the scenery of the world together.
He would be shocked almost every time, but Mo Ze was always listless, as if he had seen it countless times.
He really liked the aura of Mo Ze.
Calm, tranquil, yet not distant.
Whenever I was next to Mo Ze, I felt an unprecedented sense of coolness in my heart.
Like a cool breeze in the scorching summer, it makes people intoxicated, forgetful and unable to extricate themselves.
This time is clearly different.
He could sense that they would soon be separated.
So he was a little absent-minded, his mind was in a mess, but he couldn't form a complete sentence. In the end, it was Mo Ze who spoke first.
"Say what you want to say."
He hesitated for a moment, but still asked.
"Will we meet again?"
Mo Ze lowered his eyes, and golden light shone over him.
"You want to see me again?"
He nodded.
The breeze blew through my hair, and for a moment the world seemed silent.
Mo Ze narrowed his eyes, neither sad nor happy, and looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Of course I'll see you again."
"When mountains and rivers meet, regrets never cease."
"If you have any interest in the future, you can come to me." Mo Ze touched his head and said with a smile, "Wait until you have the ability to protect yourself."
"really?"
"real."
He remembered.
But I never saw him again.
"..."Mo Hanyu looked at the young man in front of him who lowered his eyes and gently held his hand.
Qin Xiao came back to his senses and smiled at him with a little tiredness.
Mo Hanyu didn't want to see him so sad, so he tried to change the subject: "What about Jiu Mei? Did you see him later?"
According to Qin Xiao's narration, he seemed to have a good impression of Jiu Mei and the young man.
"Yes." Qin Xiao's face showed some melancholy when he heard his question. "Amao is dead."
"what?"
"He died. Jiu Mei was very sad. He held Amao's body and cried for a month. He refused to throw it away until it rotted and stank." Qin Xiao closed his eyes and couldn't help sighing. "Jiumei couldn't bear to let him go. He buried Amao's flesh and bones and stuffed his skin with all kinds of flowers."
Because the boy liked flowers, Jiumei carefully peeled off his skin and buried his bones and flesh in the valley covered with fragrant grass. He then used grass as the skeleton and stuffed fresh flowers under the skin to make a personal skin flower bag for him to carry with him.
It sounds a bit creepy, but Qin Xiao can understand it.
After all, Jiumei originally planned to eat the boy's body, but in the end he couldn't bear to do so.
Mo Hanyu's expression was complicated and his heart was extremely heavy.
Qin Xiao finished his story. Seeing that Mo Hanyu had no more questions, he put the towel he used to dry his hair aside and prepared to rest.
"Are you still sad?"
Mo Hanyu asked suddenly.
"……got used to."
Qin Xiao closed his eyes and felt the soft and cold body approaching and hugging him gently.
Qin Xiao didn't open his eyes and let himself fall asleep.
When he opened his eyes again, it was completely dark. There was only a dim bedside lamp on in the room, and it was obvious that he didn't want to wake them up. The boy next to him was sleeping soundly. Chen Mo was sitting on the bed reading a book.
Qin Xiao slowly stood up, freed himself from Mo Hanyu's clinging hands and feet, and looked at the taciturn boy.
Seeing that he woke up, Chen Mo nodded at him as a greeting.
Qin Xiao responded, changed into outer clothes and prepared to go out for a walk.
As soon as I walked out of the dormitory building, I felt a chill and a cold wind blowing, making me feel cold all over.
Qin Xiao touched his neck and unexpectedly felt something cool falling on his hand, which quickly melted away.
I looked up blankly and found that snowflakes had been falling from the sky without me noticing.
The night is as dark as ink and the snow falls silently.
As the cold wind blows, white petals dance in the night sky, and the whole world seems to be immersed in this dreamy purity.
Perhaps it was because he had talked about too many memories before, this scenery made him think of Mo Ze.
Someone once asked him what kind of existence Mo Ze was in his eyes, or if he were to use an object to compare it to, what would Mo Ze be.
He thought of it now.
It's snow.
The snow floating in the air and flying all over the sky.
Light and free, never belonging to anywhere, yet able to be everywhere.
It hangs high in the sky, out of reach, but will quietly fall on your shoulders at some moment, attracting people to watch.
It will actually fall into the palm of your hand and disappear in a flash; it will fall into your eyes and turn into gentle and cool drops of water; it will fall into the tip of your heart and leave a faint trace.