I made the cold sick cry for a hundred days

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Before he could move, Mo Yu knocked him out.

Mo Yu, who succeeded in the beating, hugged Du Xianghou who was completely fainted, swayed a few times, and stood up staggeringly, trying to escape from this ghostly place while holding Du Xianghou hostage.

He didn't know how he escaped, but since he was alive, he shouldn't waste his chance, no matter how dizzy or painful his head was, he had to struggle desperately and try his best to leave.

With such belief, Mo Yu finally left this ghostly place. He was so happy that his eyes went dark, and he thought something was wrong, but when he woke up, he was still in the medical hall. An old doctor suddenly knocked on the door and came in, saying It is the first time to take Moyu to Hou's house in Duxiang.

Moyu's brain stopped thinking for a long time.

Could it be...was that just a dream?But how could the dream be so real?

Mo Yu was in a trance for a long time, completely unable to tell which was reality and which was a dream.

Mo Yu managed to tell the difference, the doctor told him to go to Duxianghou's house this time, the words were not the same as last time, comforting himself that it might really be a nightmare, so he went to Duxianghou's side with the doctor.

Not long after he entered, he met the well-dressed Du Xianghou. Although he was surprised that the Du Xianghou he had never seen was exactly the same as the Du Xianghou in his dream, but the Du Xianghou in front of him was completely different from the lunatic Du Xianghou in his dream. , the Du Xianghou in front of you is like a white cloud that can block the strong light for you, soft and reliable, making people feel a deep sense of peace.

Mo Yu was particularly indulging in this sense of tranquility. Under this feeling of satisfaction, when he met the Lord of Shangdu again, Mo Yu had already forgotten the terrible dream, and could only feel it blushing and heartbeating. The first time in the current memory is the feeling of happiness that springs from the heart.

He wanted to stay in the Hou Mansion of the Marquis of Duxiang and serve the Marquis for the rest of his life.

Chapter 26

He has a deep affection for Du Xianghou, he loves Du Xianghou, but he also knows that in the eyes of Du Xianghou, he is just an ordinary cleaning servant.

All he can do is to do his duty as a servant.

The Marquis of Duxiang treats his servants very well, but the relationship between the servants is not friendly to each other.

It's not to the point of bullying each other, but they are very indifferent, everyone is very busy, and they never mention newcomers.

Mo Yu had just entered the mansion, and he knew from the manager what he was going to do and where he lived, but he didn't know where to eat or where to take a bath.

No one asked Mo Yu to eat, so Mo Yu went to ask people, and asked several times, and several of them walked away impatiently, chasing Mo Yu away, and said with disgust: "You can also ask people about this small matter, you Don’t know how to read it? Get out of the way!”

It has not been half a month since Mo Yu lost his memory, and he just came here from the warm medical clinic, and he couldn't adapt at all.

It's not to the point where I want to cry, but this kind of depressive environment always makes people uncomfortable.

That's why, every time we met, Du Xianghou, who would cast friendly glances at Mo Yu from afar, looked so nice.

Moyu cleans diligently every day, in order to run into Du Xianghou on the road, and take a look at him from a distance, so that he can feel that he is still in the world, and that there is still hope in life.

Before going to bed, Mo Yu always recalls the short moment when he met Du Xianghou during the day.

In the memory, the Marquis of Duxiang is very gentle, with a gentle and dignified temperament, which makes Moyu more and more addicted to it.

After indulging in a cup of tea, Mo Yu soon felt extremely depressed again, because the Du Xianghou looked at him like he treated every servant in the house, and there was no difference.

At most, Du Xianghou smiled at him and then nodded, other than that, he rarely left a word with Mo Yu.

Mo Yu really wanted to spend more time with Duxianghou every day; really wanted to have a long, long conversation with Duxianghou; really wanted to put himself in Duxianghou's heart.

Duxianghou is now an adult, if he can't realize his wish now, in the future when Duxianghou marries a wife and has children, he will have no chance at all.

Obviously, the horoscope has not been written yet, and the status is also low, but Mo Yu dares to think.

Mo Yu, who has a strong sense of crisis, has increased the cleaning time, sweeping and wiping, as long as there is a need for cleaning in the places Du Xianghou passes by, he will always do it.

No matter how hard and tired he is, as long as he thinks of Du Xianghou, he can persevere again.

He can only create opportunities in such a clumsy way, completely unaware of how to take his pursuit one step further without being reckless.

Fortunately, if you do one thing deeply, you will really gain something.

Of course, this harvest is what Mo Yu feels.

Mo Yu gradually discovered that the smiling face of Du Xianghou was not all the same gentleness, but there were many tiny real emotions.

For example, sometimes the mouth corners of Duxianghou are a little low, and the footsteps are a little heavy, which means that Duxianghou is not in a good mood that day.

The evidence is that the kitchen will definitely worry that Du Xianghou will eat less that day.

For another example, when Du Xianghou's eyes are relatively empty, he lacks sleep.

The evidence is that the Marquis of Duxiang will not come out after returning to his room, and the Marquis in charge is asleep, so everyone should not disturb him.

Knowing so much, Mo Yu sometimes thinks that if they quarrel together in the future, and Lord Hou is unwilling to talk to him, he can also estimate some of Lord Hou's emotions.

Yes, Mo Yu is thinking about impossible things again, but no one talks to him, and he has been doing physical work, and his mind will always be free to think about something, so he can't be blamed for thinking many.