The Fairy in Fast Time

It was dusk, and the evening wind blew the light gray curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, sending the elegant fragrance of roses into the huge hall.

"Try not to get water on the wound in the past few days, and don't do strenuous exercise. Take care of your wound."

The female doctor with light makeup said softly to Wen Han who was sitting on the sofa, and dexterously tied a beautiful bow on his arm with her fingers.

The taciturn boy nodded slightly.

"Then, if there's nothing else to do, Master Mu, I'll take my leave first." Xu Su picked up the medicine box and respectfully said to the man sitting on the other side.

"Ah."

Mu Ziyuan replied softly with his head supported on one hand, his drooping eyelashes were like crow's feathers, making Wen Han, who inadvertently glanced at the man, tremble.

[System: I've heard of clavicle control, hand control, leg control, foot control... what the hell is your eyelash control :)]

Wen Han: Damn, what can I do? I'm also desperate!I just want to take a matchstick and try to see if it really fits!

[System: [When I go up, it is a copy of Tao Te Ching jpg.]]

Wen Han: Tao can be very Tao, and name can be very famous.

【system:……】

Warm and Cold: The world is inhumane, and treats everything as a straw dog; the sage is inhumane, and treats the common people as a straw dog.The sky in Daoxiang Village...uh, something seems wrong.

[System: Get lost. 】

……

"Father, it's time to eat." Mu Nian came from the other side of the hall and said obediently to the man sitting on the sofa, "Today I made my father's favorite squirrel fish with my own hands. Eat some."

Hearing this, Mu Ziyuan glanced at Mu Nian indifferently, but after lightly nodding his head, he didn't move any more.

The smile on Mu Nian's face froze.

The air slowly froze, making people feel oppressed for no reason.

At this time, the young man with bandages on his hands stood up silently, nodded slightly to Mu Ziyuan, and then planned to go upstairs to the bedroom to take a shower and sleep.

Wen Han just took a step forward.

"Where are you going?" Mu Ziyuan's deep voice sounded behind him, and that oppressive gaze silently fell on Wen Han's back, feeling a little scorching.

Wen Han paused, turned sideways and lowered his head docilely, and said in a low voice, "Take a bath."

The man just looked at him quietly for a while, then closed his eyes slightly, picked up the book beside him, and ordered lightly: "After washing, come down and eat."

Hearing this, Wen Han opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, under Mu Ziyuan's strong aura, he silently swallowed the sentence "I want to sleep".

[System: Cowardly. 】

Wen Han: You can do what you want :)

[System: Heaven doesn't understand the tears of salted fish. 】

Wen Han: ...

***

Three days later, the Silver Blade Building in the center of the sea.

The pale golden light keeps migrating in this bustling and busy city. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 28th floor, you can easily take in all the scenery of the pedestrian street, and silently spy on the trajectory of the city.

"Master Mu, here are all the information about the young master."

Cheng Ke respectfully placed a stack of documents in front of the man, then stood silently aside.

But I saw the man sitting in front of the black desk with an indifferent expression, the sun was slanting, allowing the years to imbue him with mature elegance, and to give him pupils sculpted by wind and frost.

He just sat there so quietly, calm, restrained, and looked extremely powerful.

Mu Ziyuan rested his chin with one hand, flipped through the materials presented with deep eyes, without saying a word.

After a while, he looked up at the clean and spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, and his thin lips parted slightly: "What did Ah Han do today?"

Hearing this question, Cheng Ke couldn't help but paused for a moment, then leaned over and said hesitantly: "Young master, he went to school this morning, and at noon... went to [Edge]."

Hearing the word [edge], Mu Ziyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Continue."

Cheng Ke lowered his head a little more, "...it's included... [Border]'s top male publicist returns."

As soon as the voice fell, the air suddenly froze for a moment.

"It's just for chatting..." Cheng Ke added carefully, with cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Mu Ziyuan slightly hooked his lips, with unpredictable emotions in his eyes, he smiled faintly, "Does he not feel that he is losing his dignity?"

Cheng Ke kept his eyes on his nose, his nose, his heart, and tried his best to integrate himself with the wall behind him.

"Bring him back and send him to school." Mu Ziyuan said in a low voice.

"Yes."

The sound of Cheng Ke's leaving footsteps gradually disappeared, and Mu Ziyuan turned his chair, facing the spacious and clean floor-to-ceiling windows, and gently closed his eyes.

The boy's blood-stained face slowly came to mind, and then that wanton and wild smile became more and more clear.

Mu Ziyuan frowned slightly, as if he was trapped by some question.

Obviously we have met quite a few times in the past two years, but that day...

That sense of familiarity.

The man slowly opened his eyes, and dark emotions surged silently in the depths of his eyes.

***

[Edge] Bar, box on the third floor.

【From heaven to hell, from dusk to dawn.We continue to sink in the hopeless world until the end of the soul and the end of time.

This is an era of materialism and luxury. All the innocence and darkness, tenderness and indifference are immortal songs forged by time.

We have always lived in such a world, under a dome of light chopped up by clouds—

One side is light, the other side is shadow, and walks in the cracks, walks on the edge. 】

……

[System: Can you not suddenly be literary, this does not fit your image of a pure and unaffected young man with four virtues:)]

Wen Han calmly pried open a bottle of Carlsberg beer with a corkscrew, drank several sips, and then sighed: "It's cool."

Wen Han: Was the paragraph just now poorly written?I think it fully and intuitively reflects society, life, and my superb writing ability.

[System: I can only see your shameless and blind jb literature and art from it :)]

Wen Han: But I'm going to screw myself up so badly, let's get on my hips for a while.

[System: [The other party didn't want to talk to you and threw a dog jpg at you.]]

Wen Han: [The other party caught the dog firmly and pulled the dog into a sausage jpg.]

【system:……】

Wen Han sat paralyzed on the dark red sofa in the private room, chatting with the system daily while watching his little brother perform cocktail mixing.

To be honest, after spending tens of thousands of dollars to have this [marginal] top male publicist come over to chat with him and perform, Wen Han felt as if he had become corrupt.

Hey, there is no way, who made this little brother look so much like his big brother who died for many years in reality.

So I got excited and wrapped him up...

[System: As a senior high school student who is about to take the college entrance examination, won't your conscience hurt :)]

Wen Han: This fairy man has answered this question twice, next one.

[System: [His eyes are very beautiful, so beautiful that he can see the sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers, the wind and snow in the north and the flowers in the south, the lonely smoke in the desert and the flowing water on the small bridge. When you go to Changhe Sunset and Asakusa without horseshoes, you can see the white horse passing by and the stars moving, and you can see all the years that I missed. ] (Note 1) Who do you think of when you read this passage :)]

Warm and cold: sika deer.

[System: ... Mom sells batches to be more serious:)]

Wen Han: What's wrong with the sika deer, the sika deer's wet eyes are so beautiful, and the eyelashes are so long!

[System: Next answer:)]

Wen Han: Oh, TV.

[System: Next one:)]

Wen Han: Mobile phone?computer?Cinema?

【system:. 】

"Sir, your Margarita is ready." The slender man smiled softly. After sitting down beside the young man, he handed Wen Han a glass of milky white cocktail with lemon slices embedded in it.

"Thank you."

The boy said so.