Chapter 2440: Mo Xiangwen, Xiang Xiang even more hate

My breath sank.
In this room-someone!
Since I was blind, my other senses have become sharper, especially hearing, very sensitive, and probably that's the most source of information I can get from the outside. When I move on the prairie, I can all get wind I heard horse hooves in the distance in the snow, but what I didn't expect was that after entering the empty room for so long, I didn't even hear that there was a second person inside!
And this person--
That hand was holding my finger, not loose or tight, but shuddered slightly, as if controlling his strength, for fear of being too tight, and for fear of being too loose.
That hand was cold, like ice.
There is a stove in this room, maybe there is more than one place, so the room is very warm, any place is warm, but this hand is cold like ice.
When he held my fingertips, the bone-chilling chill passed to my heart along the arm.
My breath was choked by freezing.
I took a deep breath and slowly straightened up. The man also stood up with me, but instead of letting go of my hand, he held my fingertips, but before he pushed harder, I was indifferent. Pulled his hand back.
I felt that hand gripped at me again and rubbed my fingertips, but he didn't forcefully pull me, just stepped forward again.
Maybe it was because he was too tall, as soon as he walked in front of me, he blocked the light. At that moment, the faint light in my sight disappeared, and I immediately fell into darkness.
All I could hear was the light and long breath above my head.
I frowned slightly, but didn't take any action. After all, as a blind man, it was irrational to do anything at this time.
I just want to know what he wants to do to me.
I even want to know what kind of expression he will look like and what kind of thought he will have in his heart.
However, I can't see anything, and I can't hear any emotional ups and downs in his breathing, except that I can feel him standing in front of me and the kind of breath emanating from him, everything else. Can't feel it.
The two were facing each other like confrontation.
I don't know how long after that, he stretched out his two hands, two hands held on my shoulders like ice cubes, and slowly turned me to the dresser behind me.
I'm not obstinate, after all, if I am obliged to obey people at this time, I will suffer.
After turning around and sitting down, I felt that he took another step forward, almost clinging to my back, his breathing slowly became more and more steady, the pair of cold on my shoulders After releasing his hand, he stroked my hair.
My hair……
Even in such dim light, he must be able to see clearly, maybe he can see more clearly than usual, those mottled silver wires.
Each one is my experience these days.
He only stroked his hand, and his hand opened as if he had been burned.
I'm facing the front, I should be facing the bronze mirror in front of the dresser. Although I can't see how I look inside, but in such a dark night, such a dim light, a blind woman is wearing white The hair was sitting in front of the dresser, and it looked desolate.
I heard the person behind him take a deep breath, and then his hands were gently put on my hair again.
This time, he held a comb in his hand and slowly brushed the wet hair to the tail along the top of my head.
His hands are very light, although it still exudes the chill of snow and ice, even when combing from head to tail, my hair can feel that kind of cold.
If the cold would turn into ice and snow, maybe my gray hair should be completely white this time.
The room was very quiet. All that was left was a long, combed hair, which made a little noisy sound. He combed it very carefully, little by little, as if he was afraid of hurting me.
Finally, the wet long hair dries out in the warm atmosphere of the house, and he combed it for the last time, finally dropping my hair and putting the comb back on the dresser.
I still opened my empty eyes and looked at the dresser ahead.
Although I could see nothing, I could feel that he looked at me in the bronze mirror.
I don't know how long it took before, I felt he slowly leaned down and reached out and hugged me.
Like his cold hands, the cold embrace made me shudder a little, and there was a feeling of being buried in the snow den.
But I didn't even move, just held him so indifferently.
He said softly in my ear: "Do you hate me?"
"Why is it necessary to ask?"
"I want to hear from you."
"..."
I was silent for a while, Mu Ran said: "Mo Xiang asked, Xiang Xiang even more hate."
This sentence made his hands tremble slightly, but he still hugged me in a hurry, not even moving, I could feel that he was watching me and looking through the dresser in front. Look at me in the bronze mirror.
And my eyes, like the bottomless black holes, in such a dim light, I am afraid that there is no trace of light.
I don't know how long, I heard him say "um".
The sound was very husky, and it even didn't sound like his voice, especially when he was close to my ear, the sound didn't seem to come from him, but more like he was close to my back. The chest came from the heartbeat that had sunk to the bottom.
Then he chuckled again.
He said, "Lightness, how can this be?"
"..."
"I originally wanted you to love me."
"..."
Compared to his already hoarse and strange voice, my voice is very calm, even so calm that there is no trace of fluctuation, I said lightly: "You remember in Jixiang Village, the night you hit the arrow, you Did you tell me anything? "
"..."
His breath sank suddenly.
In front of the bronze mirror I couldn't see in front of me, I said lightly: "You once told me that love is a seed and it is alive. People want to plant it, give it sunshine and rain, and let it grow. , Then one person will love the other. "
"..."
"You convinced me."
"..."
"Actually until now, I don't think your words are wrong. Love will live and die."
"..."
"Why hate?"
"..."
"Just, its sunshine and rain and dew, not for me."
I smiled slightly at myself who couldn't see in the bronze mirror: "Everything that makes it grow, along with this seed, you gave it."