vstars Chapter 278 Cry for Me
Chapter 278 Cry for Me
Chapter 278 Cry for me
Although the memory is vague, the sick and sticky feeling always lingers in my mind.
Fragments of memory flashed before my eyes, spurting red, hot blood, terrified eyes...
He couldn't help but vomit violently, and the feeling of nausea was like a tide that could not be calmed for a long time. Various complex negative emotions intertwined together, making him tremble all over.
Disgusting……
For a moment he suspected he was going to pass out from the vomiting.
But the next second, a hand was placed on his head.
The nausea receded instantly like the tide.
He looked up blankly. Mo Ze had already returned to normal, staring at him with a pair of bright golden eyes. He could clearly see his own ugly appearance from them.
People always instinctively want to maintain beautiful things.
Just like at this moment, even though he was not familiar with Mo Ze and had no special thoughts in his mind, he still couldn't help but want to maintain that well-behaved and obedient appearance in front of him. He didn't want to make him worry, and even more so, didn't want to cause his displeasure.
But things did not go as planned. Perhaps, from the moment we got lost on the first day, all this was destined to fail.
At this moment, his miserable appearance was fully seen by these golden eyes.
Although this was not the first time, he still felt an indescribable sense of shame every time.
As his thoughts were in a mess, he noticed the liquid about to overflow from his eyes. His heart suddenly tightened and the blood in his body seemed to solidify instantly, making him dare not move.
He took a slow, gentle, deep breath.
He forced back the tears that were about to burst out.
This is a habit he developed when he was young.
Can't cry.
Even if it's just physiological tears after vomiting.
Whenever he wanted to cry, his mind would unconsciously emerge with the past events: the dark cage, the woman's sharp nails scratching his face, the beautiful yet weird smile, and the devil-like whisper.
He is afraid...
When he finally calmed down, he wiped the stains from the corners of his mouth and noticed that it was already late in the day. The sky was dyed a deep blue-black, with only a little afterglow in the west.
"They broke your legs, and there's nothing wrong with you killing them."
Mo Ze suddenly spoke.
He looked up, and his golden eyes showed a rare movement.
"Why are you so upset?"
He couldn't answer.
Because he doesn't know either.
I have seen corpses that are even more bloody and terrifying than what I just saw...
"And why aren't you crying?"
This question left him confused and he looked at Mo Ze with doubt.
Isn’t it better not to cry?
"No...it's certainly better not to cry." Mo Ze touched his chin. Although his face had not changed at all, one could clearly feel that there had been a subtle change in his expression.
Become more lively.
It's like an otherworldly god, tainted with a hint of earthly emotion.
"But you are not... forget it." Mo Ze couldn't figure it out, but waved his hand and stopped asking questions.
Since that day, something seemed to have changed between them.
For the first time, he mustered up the courage to ask Mo Ze something he didn't understand.
For example, the crying of peers.
He looked at a child about his age rolling on the ground at the intersection, crying and making a fuss about wanting to eat the bright red candied haws.
He didn't understand why the other party could cry so recklessly.
Mo Ze had no expression on his face. He looked coldly at the parent who had no choice but to compromise, and answered him: "Because he knows that this way he can get what he wants."
Xiao raised his head slightly and looked at the man holding his hand - since that day, Mo Ze would hold his hand every time he entered the city to prevent him from getting lost.
Gradually, he discovered that Mo Ze's attitude towards him was not cold, but just a little indifferent.
He would not refuse his own request, nor would he let his words fall into vain. Even if he was asked a question with some impatience, he would answer his questions without any fluctuation.
When facing peers, people tend to be more sensitive to the differences between themselves and others.
He is also included.
Mo Ze never avoided contact with humans. He took him to many places and saw all kinds of scenery. What curious him most were the children of his age.
Those who are lively, active, full of vitality, love to cry, love to laugh...
All kinds of people, different from him.
Despite his doubts, he never stopped and just kept asking Mo Ze all kinds of basic emotional questions tirelessly.
Mo Ze looked at him more and more often, and occasionally seemed to be in a daze, but he was indeed staring at him, as if he was thinking about something.
Until one night, the moon was high in the sky. A clear spring was gushing down from the gap between the forest and the mountain. There was no one around. Mo Ze was half lying in the stream, his hair hanging in the water, his clothes soaked, and vaguely outlined dark lines, which looked even more hazy under the moonlight.
Mo Ze was half asleep with his eyes closed, but he suddenly opened his eyes, his golden eyes emitting a dazzling light. He grabbed him who was lying quietly on the shore, pinched his chin and forced him to look into his eyes.
He was forced to face those bright golden eyes, shining like the sun, but it felt very strange and he couldn't tell what it felt like.
Fortunately, it didn't last too long. Mo Ze quickly let him go, waved his hand and sent him to the shore. He also walked out of the cool stream. The moment his back feet left the water, a gust of wind blew around his body, and all the water droplets on his body disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, the body was completely dry.
"Why don't you cry?" Mo Ze suddenly asked him.
He thought that something happened during the day that upset him, and was trying to apologize in a panic, but was grabbed by the face.
"You've wanted to cry several times, right? Today too, why aren't you crying?" Mo Ze seemed puzzled, and his slender fingers slid across his eyes, successfully staining them with tears, "Cry for me."
A matter-of-fact commanding tone.
But he had never cried before. Before, he would force back his tears even at the risk of suffocating to death in the next second. What's more, now he was completely confused for no reason.
Today, it was because someone broke the long sword that Mo Ze gave him for self-defense. Although Mo Ze said that the thing was fragile and it was normal to break, it was obviously damaged for no reason. The culprit had no apology at all, and looked arrogant, and casually gave them some money to buy another one.
Mo Ze didn't care and used the money to buy him a new one.
But he just felt wronged.
Thinking of this, tears welled up in my eyes again.
But then, he instinctively wanted to stop, and he stood still, staring wide-eyed, trying to hold back his tears.
But Mo Ze wanted him to cry.
So he raised his hand and slapped him.
The force was so great that it tilted his face to the side, and tears fell for the first time, running down his face.
He had never expected that Mo Ze would treat him like this, and he felt suddenly overwhelmed with a strong sense of uneasiness as he was surprised.
Did he displease Mo Ze?
So that's why you want to beat him?
He was worried and looked at Mo Ze in panic, tears falling like beads from a broken string, and soon his face was covered with tear marks.
But he didn't dare to wipe it off or cover his beaten face, and could only observe his expression nervously.
Mo Ze was very satisfied, and even smiled for the first time: "Isn't this crying?"
His eyes widened even further, and a low growl came out of his throat uncontrollably. Tears flowed like a dam bursting. His reaction was so intense that he even started to hiccup uncontrollably.
This strange reaction made him extremely uneasy.
Even though he had seen children of his age crying, he was still at a loss when it happened to him. He could only look at Mo Ze pleadingly, hoping that he would give him some response.
Although tears had already blurred his eyes, making it difficult for him to see the face in front of him.
Mo Ze didn't point at him and tell him to shut up like that woman did, nor did he frown and glare at him like Mang Ling. Instead, he sat right in front of him and stared at him with interest, as if he had discovered something interesting.
Because she had been suppressed for a long time and it was her first time crying, she could not control herself for a moment. Even after Mo Ze pulled her into his arms, she was still choking with sobs.
He didn't know why he was crying. Although his cheek no longer hurt, he still buried his head in Mo Ze's arms and buried his face deeply in his broad and soft chest. He greedily absorbed the cool air around him and clenched the collar of his clothes in his hands.
His tightly pressed chest vibrated, but Mo Ze was still laughing.
He didn't know what Mo Ze was laughing at. When she finally stopped, she wiped her tears and came out of his arms again, looking at him blankly.
Mo Ze's eyes curved into a crescent shape: "Have you cried enough?"
He realized belatedly that he was a little ashamed and wiped away his tears with such force that it seemed as if he was going to wipe off a layer of skin.
Mo Ze stopped him and wiped the stains off his face himself.
"Why……"
He still doesn't understand.
"I read your memory." Mo Ze tapped his forehead, "Because I'm very curious, cubs are obviously creatures that like to cry, why don't you do that?"
"Not only that, but it will also cause doubts about those normal cubs..." Mo Ze touched his chin, and his smile revealed a bit of malice, "I thought you didn't want to, but it seems that's not the case."
"You have been given a 'no' order, and you have never violated it, and the people who have been with you have never noticed anything wrong with you... It's ridiculous. You don't even have the freedom to cry." Mo Ze spread his hands, "And I hate this feeling of being restricted, so I forced you to break this order and let you cry."
"How was it? Did you feel good?"
The golden eyes were smiling, and there was a hint of playfulness.
“……” He didn’t know how to answer, but he did feel much better after crying, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, so he nodded.
"That's right." Mo Ze laughed, "This is a right that you humans are born with. As long as you don't want to, there's no reason why you can't do it."
"Can I... cry?"
"Of course, you can cry if you want, but I don't like people crying easily."
"……Why?"
Mo Ze looked at him and seemed to have returned to his previous attitude: "Because it's too noisy."
"That--"
"So I only said you can cry, not that you should cry often." Mo Ze was afraid that he had been suppressing his emotions for too long and would cry easily once he was released, so he added, "This is usually a sign of weakness."
He didn't understand, but nodded.
Mo Ze seemed to be in a very good mood. He turned into a beast when he slept. Although it was much smaller this time, it could still completely surround him and hold him in its arms.
The snow-white hair was dense and long, shining like rolling snow waves in the moonlight. He curled up in Mo Ze's arms. The soft tail covered his waist, covering half of him.
Surrounded by the warm body temperature, he fell asleep quickly.