What's your name

Li Mozhi left without a single piece of clothing. Zhou Jing wanted to leave the apartment to him, but Li Mozhi didn't say yes or no.It wasn't until Li Mozhi left for a while and Zhou Jing came back here one day that he suddenly remembered that there was no one in the house.

Zhou Jing shook his head and smiled wryly without that pitiful child.

He lived alone in the apartment for a few days, except that it was deserted and extraordinarily quiet, Zhou Jing was quite used to living there, except that he would occasionally think of the man named Li Mozhi.

That Li Mozhi who is like a rose with proud thorns all over his body can't help but like him, that Li Mozhi who is like a kitten to please him but will toss him, that Li Mozhi who obviously likes him but wants to leave him.

The thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month.

It snowed heavily at night, and the Li family, with the festive red blessing on it, fell asleep quietly amidst the noise.Li Mozhi frowned and tossed and turned on the bed, hesitating with the phone in his hand, and finally dialed Zhou Jing's number.

His voice was very soft, "Uncle Zhou, happy new year."

Zhou Jing was watching the fireworks set off outside, seeming to have forgotten that they had already wished each other a happy new year, "Happy New Year."

Li Mozhi didn't speak for a long time, and Zhou Jing didn't hang up while holding the phone.

After a few minutes, Li Mozhi was crying badly. He told himself not to cry all night, and if he didn't cry, he could call Zhou Jing, but when he heard Zhou Jing's voice, everything broke down.He tightly covered his mouth to prevent himself from making any sound, but he still failed, with a hoarse voice and crying, "Zhou Jing, I miss you so much..."

Li Mozhi's crying reached Zhou Jing's ears, and Zhou Jing's heart was broken by crying.Why does Zhou Jing miss him, but Li Mozhi is still young, he is not young anymore, Li Mozhi is messing around, he can't mess around, Li Mozhi likes him, he can't like Li Mozhi.

Li Mozhi cried so much that his whole body trembled, his face was covered with tears, and he couldn't hear the reply he wanted, so he asked him half coquettishly, "Don't you miss me?"

Zhou Jing held the phone with trembling hands, not daring to send a word.

Li Mozhi bit the corner of the quilt, his heart throbbing with pain, he should have thought of it before calling, but he didn't give up, "...I got it."

Enduring his own discomfort and sadness, he said with difficulty, "...I'm sorry to bother you, Zhou Jing, happy new year."

"New Year..." A burst of fireworks exploded in the air outside the window, Zhou Jing looked up, as if he saw Li Mozhi's face, "...happy."

Li Mozhi fell asleep amidst the sound of fireworks, frowning, with a slight smile and tears.

The next morning.

Zhou Jing didn't sleep well that night. He always felt that there was something he forgot to do, but he couldn't remember it. He even woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, smoked two cigarettes, and didn't go back to sleep until the early morning.

The butler knocked on the door of the study with a cup of coffee. Zhou Jing took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes before letting him put it down. He picked up a pen to circle the document that he didn't have time to read last night.

"Sir, there is one thing." The butler hesitated to speak.

Zhou Jing sketched the document on the table distractedly, "What?"

"Last night, the youngest son of Li Mingrui from the Li family..." He paused before speaking slowly, "He went."