Chapter 87:

Chapter 87
Mo Yi froze.
The proposal left him a little overwhelmed.
In many cultures, names are bonds and keys that are given special meanings. Especially in occult science, real names are powerful and magical. Exposing real names is equivalent to exposing weaknesses.
And naming something ... is like tying the two together with intangible bonds and responsibilities.
Mo Yi raised his eyes, a pair of dark eyes carefully looking at the mist, as if to take all the subtle expressions on his face into view.
The fog looked back at him calmly. A pair of light gray eyes flashed a metallic texture in the sun. The expression on his face was not falsified, as if what he had just said was "the place to eat tonight" same.
Mo Yi frowned, slightly tightening the corners of her lips, and a slight absurdity rose under her heart.
Is it ... is he thinking too much?
Mo Yi glanced deeply into the mist, pondered for a few seconds, and then hesitated and asked:
"Are you sure ... you want me to get your name?"
The mist nodded, and a pair of light-colored eyes stared intently at Mo Yi: "Why not?"
Without waiting for Mo Yi to say something, the fog didn't stop, and continued:
"It's just a title, isn't it?"
makes sense.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, cleared out the thoughts lingering in his brain, and nodded helplessly, saying:
"Okay, but don't dislike it."
The mist took a step closer and stood at the door of the room looking at Mo Yi. He smiled: "No."
Mo Yi frowned slightly, his gaze stayed for a moment on the morning light behind the mist and into the room. After a moment of thought, he raised his head and said:
"Single word, can you?"
The same pronunciation morning, the original meaning of North Star.
"Good to hear."
The foggy eyes narrowed slightly, the sharp-lined side face was softened by the light golden morning light, and he continued to ask:
"What about the last name?"
Mo Yi had some difficulties. After all, the surname is a meaningful cultural symbol in China. It seems that it is not appropriate to choose at random ...
He looked up at the mist, pondered it, and asked:
"What is your surname?"
The mist replied without hesitation: "It doesn't matter."
-This is to be expected.
But he has n’t waited for Mo Yi to grin and continue to think hard, just listening to the mist and then saying:
"Any words that impress me?"
Mo Yi froze, raising her eyebrows to look at the mist, and an unexpected look flashed in her eyes: "What?"
The mist explained patiently: "If you really can't decide, you can use your more impressive words as your last name."
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and a pale glint flashed on his pale face. He blinked, hiding his emotions well, and his face returned to a calm and peaceful place:
"……smell."
The mist stepped forward, a smile on the offensive and handsome face, and the eyelashes were coated with gold powder in the morning light, covering the cold gray eyes:
"Okay, I'll call Wen Yan in the future."
Mo Yi's heart beat irregularly for a few minutes, took a step back without moving, and pulled the distance between the two slightly.
He smiled, his dark eyes bent slightly, and stretched out his palm, saying:
"Hello, meet me for the first time, just call me Mo Yi."
The long, pale palms stayed in midair, and the thin flesh wrapped the long bones, thin and beautiful.
The mist's breath was stagnant without any trace, the light gray eyes darkened slightly, and stared at Mo Yi rightly.
He pursed his lips, solemnly held Mo Yi's palm in the air, his fingertips and the root of the palm slowly overlapped, and the non-human cold body temperature was against the cool skin that was tightly taut with bones, and he was almost stained. Slightly light temperature.
"... Smell it."
His voice was a little dumb, his light eyes were bright and focused, and his pale ears were stained with a bright blush.
In the next few days, Mo Yi was very regular.
Every day, he went to a fitness villa specially arranged by Jiang Yuanrou for two or three hours, and was tortured by Shen Lei's friendship, and then spent the rest of his time in the library.
Mo Yi threw himself a lot of time in front of the wooden table in the city library.
He swept through all the areas of knowledge that might be related to games, especially some books of the genre, religion and legend, from the popular books to the unpopular books, which he got from the dusty corners of the library. Turned it out.
The light above the head was bright and icy, taking the entire reading room into full view.
Mo Yi sat at the corner of the table. On a huge table, there were several large and heavy torsoes scattered on the table, and there were several unopened books stacked together to put the entire table together. Occupied full.
He looked down at a book in his hand.
Thin and pale fingers were holding the yellowed corner of the pages, the slender neck was hanging down, and the quiet side face was shrouded by half-ambitious shadows. The dark eyes focused on the books on the table, glancing quickly No line on the page.
He focused almost all his attention on the book in front of him, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in an air space that could not be disturbed, and his concentration was inaccessible.
Mo Yi turned the next page.
The slight friction of the pages was obvious in the quiet library. He raised his head slightly and read down again along the beginning of the pages.
Suddenly, Mo Yi glanced quickly and paused.
There seemed to be a slight scratch on the back of his hand, soft, like feathers.
Mo Yi froze. Before he could do anything, he saw that the screen of the mobile phone lit up by himself, and the keyboard on the screen typed automatically:
【hungry? 】
Mo Yi glanced at the dial on his wrist, for a moment he was a little surprised: half past seven.
Today he arrived at the library at 1 pm, and he didn't notice that it had already been more than six hours.
Only then did Mo Yi feel that his empty stomach was slightly tingling, and the low blood sugar vertigo came to his eyes, but it was still within the range of tolerance ... After all, I didn't sleep for several days when I wrote the program. Can be ignored.
He reluctantly glanced at the open book in his hand, with some struggling eyes in his eyes, his long, white fingers jumping quickly on the screen:
[OK. 】
[Wait after reading this chapter. 】
The other party did not reply again, the phone screen changed from bright to dark again, and then became completely black again.
When Mo Yi was preparing to continue to devote himself to the book, suddenly, something hard was stuck in his palm.
The slight plastic sounds rang out in the quiet library, which sounded quite clear.
Mo Yi froze, opened his palm, and saw a piece of fruit candy lying in the palm of his hand. The brightly colored and beautiful sugar paper flickered with a shallow glass halo under the bright light of the library.
fruit candy.
He remembered the strange question and answer between the two after the end of the second copy, and couldn't help smiling.
Peel off the sugar paper with your fingers, and after learning the plastic sound of Sosso, the tumbling candies are revealed, under the light is a clear pink, and a light fruit aroma spreads instantly.
Mo Yi stuffed candy into his mouth, his cheeks swelled in a round shape with his movements, and his indifferent pale face carried a touch of approachable life.
A sweet smell spread instantly from the tip of his tongue, causing him to squint his eyes subconsciously and put a little smile on his face.
Strawberry flavor.
More than half an hour passed.
Mo Yi still had a little interest in loading the books, then put the other books he borrowed back on the bookshelf, sorted out a few books ready to be borrowed and continued reading under his arm, stood up, and walked toward the library door.
In the eyes of the young librarian hiding his excitement and admiration, Mo Yi neatly and skillfully loaded the books into his backpack, then gave the other party a gentle smile and turned away from the library.
Mo Yi subconsciously looked down at his watch, his face stained with helplessness.
He never thought that one day he would be able to achieve sunrise and sunset, and even achieve regular meals and sports every day.
In addition to the urging of Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi, the mist-now called Wen Yan-has also made an indelible contribution.
So, is he bound to an old mother?
Mo Yi's expression was a bit subtle.
However, Xin Kui's mother is much more confused than Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to follow such an uncontrollable housekeeper anytime, anywhere.
Thinking of the "fitness meal" that Shen Lei forced him to eat and a rigorous fitness plan, Mo Yi's muscles and joints began to ache again, he sighed and walked towards his apartment.
The light in the apartment corridor was dim, and Mo Yi lowered his head to find the key. The tiny metal sound of the key colliding with the door lock sounded in the quiet corridor. He opened the door, changed his shoes at the entrance, and walked into the room.
He reached out and turned on the headlights in the room. The bright light instantly illuminated the neat and unpopular room.
Mo Yi put the key in the drawer at the door, then turned around and walked into the bathroom, unscrewed the faucet, and simply washed her hands.
The light projected from the toilet door was blocked by a tall figure.
Mo Yi raised his head and glanced at it, only to see Wen Zhengzheng standing at the door in backlight, his deep profile was blurred in the sunlight behind him, his voice was low, with a touch of metal texture, but it sounded unexpectedly soft:
"What to eat?"
Mo Yi closed the faucet, pulled a white towel from the towel rack on the side, and wiped her wet palms casually.
He frowned for a moment, then hesitated and said:
"... porridge?"
Wen Yan smiled, "OK."
After finishing, he turned away, and as the footsteps went away, the clinking clinking sound of cooking utensils sounded in the kitchen, adding a touch of life to the empty and cold room.
Mo Yi turned and walked out of the bathroom, glancing casually at the lighted kitchen.
Wen Yan's tall back was busy under the lights.
Mo Yi's expression was a bit subtle-so he was really bound to a nanny?
At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated twice. Mo Yi stunned, reached out and took out the mobile phone, looking at the illuminated screen:
A message from Jiang Yuanrou.
【have time? 】
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