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'When caught in a quagmire, one never deliberately seeks death, but lives and waits for death. This sentence was written by Mu Song on a yellowed notebook that fell out of the bag when Assistant Su delivered Qin Liang's luggage. Mu Song took a look at it and put it back. , Mu Song didn't care.

Qin Liang didn't have a lot of luggage, and Su Cheng saw that he had nothing to do and was about to say goodbye and leave. Mu Song suddenly thought of something and asked, "Did Qin Liang ask you during this time?"

"No," Su Cheng replied, "But after you explained to me, Mr. Qin called and mentioned the need for funds to start a company. I asked Mr. Qin to prepare materials, but I haven't heard from Mr. Qin until now." phone."

Mu Song nodded to show that he understood. He put the bag and a box sent by Su Cheng aside, and helped Qin Liang take it upstairs to the guest room for tidying when his aunt finished her work.Today is the weekend, and Mu Song had a meeting late last night, so he went back to Nanshan Apartment to rest. Early in the morning, Su Cheng brought his luggage over. It has been more than a month, and Mu Song is not here, thinking that Qin Liang is inconvenient, so I told my aunt not to go back during this time, and take care of him in Nanshan apartment. His leg has recovered fairly well, but the cast has not been removed. He learned from his mouth that Qin Liang frowned and slept until noon before getting up.

When Qin Liang walked downstairs with crutches from the guest room, he was a little surprised to see Mu Song sitting next to the dining table: "Mr. Mu," Qin Liang then limped over with a smile, and said, "It's been a long time I'm gone, are you free to come over today?"

"En," Mu Song responded lightly, signaling Qin Liang to sit down and eat.

Qin Liang still wanted to say something, but seeing Mu Song's expressionless expression, he gave up.The two sat at both ends of the dining table and ate quietly. Mu Song ate very well and ate a lot, which is a normal man's appetite, while Qin Liang ate very little. Mu Song didn't have the habit of observing others. But he seldom eats alone with others, and his eyes will inevitably fall on Qin Liang when he is picking up dishes. Not only does he eat little, but he eats very simple. When the lunch was over, Mu Song glanced at the For the leftovers, Qin Liang only picked up two chopsticks for the whole process, and spent the rest of the time slowly eating the rice in the bowl.

Mu Song didn't care, he only thought it was Qin Liang's habit.

After eating, Mu Song went back to the study to deal with the documents. In the evening, he went for a walk in the gym in the basement, and when he came out, he saw his aunt making dinner in the kitchen, but there was no one in the living room. Mu Song asked, "Qin How about cool?"

The aunt boiled the soup and replied: "In the room, Mr. Qin usually returns to the room after eating."

"Is it like this for so many days?"

Auntie thought for a while: "It seems that I have never seen Mr. Qin go out. Sir, do you need me to call Mr. Qin down?" Auntie is someone Mu Song is used to. , a person who does practical things.

Mu Song waved his hand, but the strange feeling in his heart became stronger.

In the evening, I ate quietly again. After the auntie cleaned up, she went back to her room. Before going to bed, Mu Song, who had already changed into her pajamas, heard the knock on the door. He opened it. It was obvious that he had taken a shower, his hair was half dry, and he was wearing a full suit. Qin Liang in a bathrobe stood at the door with his cane on his shoulders: "Mr. Mu, I've finished the preparations."

Mu Song frowned when he heard this, and didn't look very happy.

Qin Liang didn't understand very well, and there was a bit of doubt in his eyes, but soon he said again: "I know, it's done in the guest room, and I've already changed the sheets."

Mu Song lowered his head, his eyes fell on his leg covered with plaster, and he said slowly: "Do you think I let you live here for this kind of thing?"

Qin Liang paused: "Isn't it? I asked Assistant Su that you regularly adopt a boy to live here. I think that since I live here, I should serve you well."

"Service..." Mu Song gently passed these two words between his lips and teeth, hooked the corners of his mouth, and showed a cold smile: "You are very honest, but I haven't sent you the money yet. , your company hasn’t started yet, isn’t your service too considerate?”

Qin Liang smiled, and he said: "I don't actually want to start a company, you should know, I keep all the money my dad gave me in the bank, although it's not much, but it's okay to spend slowly, I don't invest and don't Financial management, I'm too tired, I was joking with you when I said that last time, I never thought about starting a company, and Assistant Su didn't have any materials for me to prepare."

"Is that so?" Mu Song said lightly, "Then I am even less eligible to enjoy your services."

"How come?" A look of disappointment flashed across Qin Liang's face. He actually felt that kind of thing was quite comfortable. He rarely felt comfortable, so he was still looking forward to it. Hearing Mu Song's answer, Qin Liang thought After thinking about it, he suddenly came up with an idea: "Mr. Mu, please buy me a car. My car just happened to be crashed."

Mu Song looked at him silently.

Qin Liang continued: "Now, can you enjoy my service?"

The two did it anyway, Qin Liang was very obedient, he went back to his room with a cane, took off his bathrobe and lay on the bed, he closed his eyes obediently, Mu Song cared about his legs, and his movements were much gentler , but he still covered his closed eyes. During the whole process, his eyes stayed on the lower half of Qin Liang's face.

Sweat slid over the two of them, with traces of ambiguity. At the last moment, Mu Song stared fixedly at Qin Liang's steaming red lips. He bit his lower lip with his teeth, as if he wanted to utter all his voice. Locked between his lips and tongue, Mu Song was stunned for a moment, a thought quickly flashed through his mind, but was quickly interrupted by the dripping sweat on his chin.

In the following days, Mu Song returned to Nanshan Apartment more often, two to three times a week, four or five times at most, but he didn't stay overnight every time, but enjoyed Qin Liang's service every time.

Qin Liang's legs recovered. After three months, that is, a few days before the Chinese New Year, he had no problem walking on the ground.

The aunt in Nanshan Apartment has already asked for leave to go back to her hometown. Mu Song hasn’t been here for a long time. Qin Liang is the only one left in Nanshan Apartment. On the eve of New Year’s Eve, Qin Liang turned on the lights in all the rooms and sat alone in Nanshan Apartment On the leather sofa, the nerves that had been tensed for several months were slowly relaxed at this moment. He curled himself up on the sofa, staring at the bustling neon lights outside, his face was very calm .

Qin Lie and the Qin family all said that he was sick, especially his father Qin Lie, every time he saw his eyes, he was very disgusted, as if Qin Liang's disease was some disgusting and incurable virus.

Whether it can cure Qin Liang is as unclear as Qin Lie, but it is disgusting... Qin Liang doesn't understand.

In fact, it's not right, Qin Liang doesn't understand many things, especially human emotions, human emotions, emotions, sorrows and joys, these things, he doesn't understand.

Qin Lie said that he was sick, that he was not a normal person, because Qin Liang had no expression, he always had no expression.Whether Qin Liang was happy or sad, whether he was beaten or bullied more than ten years ago, he had no expression on his face, just looked at you with a calm face.

When his mother jumped off the building in front of him, 12-year-old Qin Liang looked at everything with such a calm expression, calmly narrated what happened in front of Qin Lie, calmly followed behind the funeral home, calmly Watching his mother's ugly body being thrown into the fire and reduced to a handful of ashes.

Qin Lie said he was abnormal, Lin Yunlan was also afraid of him, not to mention Qin Yu and Qin Sheng, Qin Lie sent him to the hospital to see a psychiatrist, Qin Liang saw a doctor and took medicine every day during that time, but he still had symptoms for several years. It's like this.

Qin Lie couldn't keep him in the hospital. After all, Qin Liang was still his son. A 12-year-old child was too young. The doctor suggested that Qin Lie pick him up and let him study normally. Fortunately, Qin Liang was growing up. In the process, he gradually developed an expression, and was successfully admitted to the university. The Qin family thought that he might be better, so they didn't pay attention to this matter, and gradually forgot about Qin Liang's abnormality. Only Qin Lie, only he always felt that this The son is abnormal, just like his mother, he is a complete lunatic.

The Qin family didn't welcome Qin Liang, and Qin Liang didn't want to get along with others, so he came out to live.

The ingredients in the refrigerator in the Nanshan apartment were bought on the day my aunt left. Qin Liang doesn’t know how to cook, but he is hungry. He lay on the sofa and fell asleep unconsciously. When he woke up, it was already New Year’s Eve At night, when he was half asleep and half awake, he was finally awakened by hunger. There were sporadic fireworks exploding in the sky outside the window, making a loud noise. Qin Liang got up and went into the kitchen. The most recent ingredient I had was a handful of celery. Qin Liang rinsed it under water, then cut it into several sections with a knife, and threw it into the pot to cook.

The water in the pot boiled quickly. Qin Liang stared at it calmly. He poked it with his chopsticks until it softened.

Don't have to wait long, it gets cold very quickly in winter.

The taste of the boiled celery was not very good, but Qin Liang ate it up in one bite. He was different from many people. He didn't eat for the taste.

He just stood in the kitchen and finished eating, and then washed the dirty kitchen utensils. His mobile phone rang together with the New Year's bell. The fireworks outside were so loud that it made people's head hurt. Qin Liang held up the vibrating mobile phone and turned it off. Opened the window of the balcony, which cut off most of the noise outside.

He picked up the phone, with a calm expression on his face: "Hello."

On the other end was a gentle man's voice: "Happy New Year, Qin Liang, I think I must be the first, maybe the only one to wish you a happy new year." The man smiled: "However, the one answering the phone now is Which Qin Liang?"

Qin Liang said, "It's all me."

"Okay." There was also the noise of fireworks from the man's side: "I thought I could wish them a happy new year at the same time."

"No need," Qin Liang said, "No matter who it is, they don't understand, they don't understand happiness."

The man sighs.

"Xu Tingjiang, I'm going to die." Qin Liang said.

"Don't you wish me a happy new year?" Xu Tingjiang said, "At any rate, we can be considered friends."

Qin Liang was silent for a long time before saying, "No."

Then he hung up the phone, and Qin Liang was always the first to hang up Xu Tingjiang's calls.