The next day, they both got up early, and both had thick dark circles under their eyes. They had been thinking about many things last night, and the sea breeze had blown them, which resulted in neither of them sleeping well.
Song Qingmo thought of many ways to break the deadlock. He wanted to take a gamble, betting that Mu Hengshi's amnesia would not be cured for a while. Since he was so obedient to him now, why not take advantage of this and let him release his parents and himself while Mu Hengshi was losing his memory? Having made up his mind, Song Qingmo blinked his sore and tired eyes and, for the first time ever, took the initiative to walk in front of Mu Hengshi.
Mu Hengshi was originally in a bad mood, but when he saw Song Qingmo coming in front of him, he immediately perked up and frantically fixed his hair and clothes. His clothes were already ragged and dirty. Realizing this, his hands dropped down helplessly.
Facing Mu Heng's "change of face", Song Qingmo pursed his lips and frowned slightly, as if he was confused.
When Song Qingmo walked up to him, Mu Hengshi suddenly felt ashamed. He didn't want to call Song Qingmo "ancestor". But yesterday Song Qingmo said that if he didn't call him ancestor, then he shouldn't call him that either. What should he do?
He glanced at Song Qingmo secretly, but Song Qingmo didn't say anything. During the stalemate, Mu Hengshi closed his eyes, as if he had made great determination, and shouted loudly with a red face: "Ancestor..." and then ran away.
Song Qingmo was just deciding his words when Mu Hengshi suddenly acted like this and ran away with a shy look on his face.
He rubbed his forehead with his hand. He didn't understand Mu Hengshi's train of thought. He just wanted to take advantage of Mu Youshi and annoy him by calling him that. He didn't expect him to actually call him that.
Finding Mu Hengshi sulking alone, Song Qingmo cleared his throat and walked over to him, looking at him with his back to him. "Mu Hengshi, I'm... calling you. I want you to promise me something. Don't tell me what it is, and I won't ask for anything too much. Just tell me whether you agree or not."
Mu Hengshi had a keen sense of hearing and he had noticed Song Qingmo behind him, but he didn't move, waiting for Song Qingmo to talk to him. Unexpectedly, Song Qingmo dropped a bomb on him.
Turning his head to look at the person beside him, Mu Hengshi would definitely meet Song Qingmo's request unconditionally, but... he understood what Song Qingmo wanted from him, and he... couldn't bear to do it.
They were clearly childhood sweethearts, clearly there was a chance they would like each other, clearly he had put in a lot of effort. ...But why did they always miss each other, passing each other again and again?
Like two parallel lines in mathematics, one line tries desperately to intersect with the other line, but no matter how long it extends, in the end they cannot intersect and can only look at each other, even though they are obviously the most suitable.
From the moment he lost his memory and recognized the wrong person, and from his past bad behavior towards Song Qingmo, Song Qingmo was destined not to like him. But he couldn't help it, couldn't help wanting to keep him. He would pick the flower standing proudly on the top of the tree, break off a branch and put it in his sleeve. Even if it withered, it would leave a specimen, exuding a subtle fragrance.
Now he remembered everything. The love that was blocked and forced to move secretly was unsealed, and it was like a flood that was about to drown him, and with it came guilt, heartache and hatred.
The little tail that he used to be tired of, when he was 16 years old, no, even when he saw him for the first time, turned into an effervescent tablet, which was immersed in the stagnant water of Mu Heng. The dissolved ingredients made a noisy emotion rise from the dead water surface, stirring him up into a mess.
"I... promise you, whatever you want and I have the ability to do, I will satisfy you." Mu Hengshi swallowed the bitterness in his heart and said in a trembling voice.
But Song Qingmo couldn't see Mu Hengshi's struggle. He just felt relieved when he heard it. Although Mu Hengshi had long been a complete liar in his eyes, the credibility of Mu Hengshi who had lost his memory was still high.
Having resolved a matter, Mu Hengshi clearly felt that the invisible shackles under Song Qingmo had been removed, and he felt much more relaxed. However, Mu Hengshi felt the exact opposite. He really hated him...
Song Qingmo has been in high spirits these past few days, and even the smile on his face when he saw Mu Heng was a bit smiling.
Mu Heng was flattered, but inevitably felt lonely. Therefore, he also cherished the few moments he had on the island. His men were not useless, and it was only a matter of time before he found them. Wen Zhiling would not leave until he got what he wanted. When he returned, he would not let Wen Zhiling go!
"Hey." Song Qingmo and Mu Hengshi were grilling seafood and filtering fresh water by the campfire. Seeing Mu Hengshi in a daze, the fish in front of him was almost roasted into charcoal. Helplessly, Song Qingmo picked up a branch and poked Mu Hengshi's hand.
Coming back to his senses, Mu Hengshi grabbed the branch, smiled gently at the person opposite, then looked at the grilled fish with an aggrieved look on his face, "Brother, my fish is burnt, what should I do, I'm going to starve." Then he stared at the kelp that Song Qingmo had already put into his mouth.
Feeling embarrassed by being stared at, he could only reluctantly bring the remaining unroasted seafood to Mu Hengshi.
Mu Hengshi felt bitter but couldn't express it. He didn't want to snatch the food from him. He just wanted to eat what Song Qingmo had eaten. Why was it so difficult? Facing Mu Hengshi's resentful eyes, Song Qingmo was speechless. Why was he being so petty again?
The rising smoke attracted the attention of others. Mu Hengshi's men were gazing at the smoke with great excitement. After so many days of searching without success, they finally saw hope. They no longer had to work day and night to find someone. The roar of an engine could be heard in the distance. The two men stood up and exchanged a tacit glance.
Song Qingmo's heart surged with excitement as he stamped out the fire. He almost cried with joy. He would soon be free and could see his parents. Mu Hengshi silently watched the excited Song Qingmo, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Song Qingmo's face flickered before his eyes, and his inner thoughts were also wavering.
If he lets Song Qingmo go, they might never see each other again in their lives, a price Mu Hengshi can't afford. If he doesn't let him go, Song Qingmo will probably hate him forever, but these days of getting along, as long as he treats Song Qingmo well, isn't there a glimmer of hope...
Song Qingmo couldn't wait to go to the beach. Seeing Mu Hengshi still standing there, he didn't care about anything else. He grabbed Mu Hengshi's hand and ran there together. The warmth from his hand made Mu Hengshi's dim eyes stare at his back, and his hand also tightly grasped his palm.
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