What, you said Mo tide, the flower of the high mountains, likes his adopted brother?
What, you said that Mr. Mo Shang wrote a love poem to his sworn brother after drinking, and it was well known to the world and became a conversation piece.
The person involved, Gu Baihe, smiled slightly and said it was impossible. His sworn brother was Mr. Mo Shang, and he couldn't be more straight. He was clearly sworn to Jinlan, a brother who was brave and a brother who was respectful. There was no personal relationship between children. As for the drunken love letter, it was fabricated out of thin air and just a rumor.
However, once he was reborn, Gu Baihe finally understood the little thoughts that person had towards him.
The flower of Gaoling walked down from the altar. This time, Gu Baihe, he is here to find you.
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Zhou Yinshu carried his treasure on his back and looked for him not far away, calling: "He sister, He sister - Gu Baihe, where are you?"
Gu Baihe responded hurriedly: "I'm here."
Mo tide was about to say something when he saw that this person was like a cloud, coming and going in a hurry, and left in a hurry. He immediately closed his eyes and swallowed those words silently.
Next time, Gu Baihe was called away by the same person again.
Mo tide: ... Brother, why do you always have to be abducted by those little wanderers?
Gu Baihe (trembling): Brother, listen to my explanation, I am just a simple and innocent little white crane.
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Mr. Mo Shang turned his back to everyone. He had sat down again, his black hair was meticulous, and his back posture was straight and self-possessed, so as not to stand out from the crowd.
Nowadays, most of her bun is loosened, and she looks sideways, with a little bit of red flowers on her face. She is extremely cold, her face is like frost, her lips are pursed into a straight line, and she exudes a temperament that is too cold to be approached by strangers.
He closed his eyes, his gaze undisguised, like two flashes of light, coming over fiercely.
This time, it was a rather cold look.
Once again, like a straight line, like a deep hatred, it landed firmly on Gu Baihe again.
His handsome eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was extremely disgusted.
Gu Baihe's naturally weak smile froze.
Gu Baihe's inner monologue: Hey, hey, brother, you are so scary.
Intention: see through the world of mortals