On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

Clenching his hands into fists, Mu Chengan slammed on the glass hard, his eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He didn't calm down until he was stopped by the people next to him.

Panting heavily, he stared intently behind the glass window. The man who laughed uncomfortably saw the corner of his mouth crooked and let out a mocking sneer.

"You are the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life." Mu Chengan's voice was ethereal, and with great difficulty, his voice did not tremble, "Didn't you call yourself his father, how could, how could you make him become a Like that?"

Behind the glass window, the middle-aged man's hair was dry, and half of it was white. On his bony body, he was wearing a loose uniform. Even when he smiled, his eyes were cold.

From beginning to end, there is a disgusting malice.

The man raised the phone irregularly, glanced at Mu Chengan's face several times with a viper-like gaze, and after a while he let out a "tsk tsk" sound: "I didn't expect that people like you, who are serious on the surface, have such a disgusting habit in private? Are the people who sell it treated so well now, you rich people have finished playing with people, and you still have to fight for pets?"

After hearing this, Mu Chengan felt a throbbing pain in his head, and almost got up suddenly.

After holding it back anyway, his chest heaved violently, his expression was tense, and his eyes were full of unresolved coldness: "You are a rotten person, you are destined to die here for the rest of your life, I don't want to spend time with you Explain. I came here just to know what happened that day?"

As if he had heard a huge joke, the facial features on his face were placed in weird positions, and he leaned forward and backward with a smile: "Rotten root? Isn't the person who lies in bed with you every day connected to the same root as me?" ? You disgust him too?"

He adjusted his posture, pulled the fabric on his chest, and saw that Mu Chengan was about to slap the table and stand up again, so he shook his hand and said slowly: "There is nothing to say, but I finally ran into my son that day and wanted to ask him for something. Qianhuahua. After following you, will he still be poor? Who knows, maybe with your support, that bastard would still dare to yell at me."

"I just said that he was played by a man, and his reaction was so excited? I'm afraid he was poked in the spine."

"I don't want to give the money, and I can't even say it. Bah, they all come from that kind of rotten place. Who is more expensive than the other?" Facing Mu Chengan's increasingly frightening eyes, the man showed no fear, but instead "hehe" He laughed, but he was still cursing, and he could even see the spittle, "It's still the same as before, with thin arms and legs, and it collapsed as soon as it was cleaned up—oh, maybe it's really delicate, and it's weaker than before. It can be half dead, and I am imprisoned in this place, what to do."

His breathing became more and more rapid, and when strong heart palpitations appeared, Mu Chengan's eyes blurred, his arms were firmly propped on the table, and he almost thought he had fallen into a boundless nightmare.

He couldn't even make a sound, his eyes were wide open, and through the glass, the man was clear for a while, and blurred for a while.

It took the man a long time to stop laughing, and it happened that it was time to visit the prison. Before he was taken away, he laughed and said the last sentence: "When I was young, I thought he was handsome, but I didn't have your habit, so I didn't expect to go there. Otherwise, I would have taken him sooner." I went to change money, which round will I get you?"

He slammed his fist hard on the glass, panting violently, his wide eyes were full of red, he bit his lip tightly, bleeding out.

Mu Chengan felt that the blood in his body was drained, thousands of words welled up in his throat, but he was unable to say another word, so he could only freeze on the chair, watching that figure drifting away carelessly.

After an unknown amount of time, he whispered hoarsely, "Trash, he's different from you."

Clasping his hands tightly, his joints were cracking, until he was reminded, he apologized in a hoarse voice, and stumbled away.

Sitting in the ward, Mu Chengan didn't even dare to glance at the sleeping person. It hurts everywhere, and he couldn't help but imagine the gloomy life his lover faced before he appeared.

No, what's the use of showing up by yourself, making him miserable?Became like this now?

Sitting on the chair, Mu Chengan bent over as if he was overwhelmed, and clasped his head in his hands. He could no longer restrain his sobs, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and he curled up into a helpless ball.

When he was told that the suspect was caught, that he was Ye Luo's adoptive father, but he was not formally adopted, but bought from a trafficker, Mu Chengan felt a little out of breath, feeling extremely absurd.

But at that time, he still had a glimmer of hope for the man he had never met—since he had raised him for so many years, it shouldn't be on purpose, right?Perhaps Ye Luo didn't experience too much pain before falling asleep, was it just an accident?

But when the trial results came out, when Mu Cheng Antuo went in to visit the prison, the first moment he saw that person, he felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

Face to face with that kind of guy, he intuitively realized——

The little guy who used to hide in his arms with a smile on his face escaped step by step from such a dirty place to his side.

Letting out a desperate howl like a wild beast, Mu Chengan couldn't breathe well. After a long time, he finally calmed down a little, and then he raised his head in slow motion.

With red eyes, he shook his lips while his vision was hazy, tried several times, and finally made a sound: "I finally escaped here, so don't leave, okay?"

"I promise you that I will hold you well and never leave you alone again."

Even though he was so sad that his limbs and torso were torn apart, when facing Ye Luo, his voice was gentle and lingering, like a lover's whispered love words.

In the days that followed, Mu Chengan was trembling, and after taking the guilt on himself, he never dared to touch Ye Luo again.

It wasn't until he had a serious talk with the doctor that he finally mustered up the courage to hold the other's hand again.

On the second night, with gentle eyes, he scanned the face of the person on the bed a hundred times before carefully taking out the light blue letter from his arms, pulling out the letter paper with his fingertips, and unfolding it gently.

That day, when Ye Luo took out the letter from the inside of his clothes, the letter had already become crumpled, but because the injury was on the back of the head, the letter was not soaked in blood.

It was only after opening it that Mu Chengan realized why Ye Luo sneaked out early in the morning for that day.

Every word on the paper, when first penned, are all warm and touching love words, revealing the shyness in my heart.

But now, it has become the origin of absurd nightmares. After Mu Chengan finished reading, his heart shuddered, and he almost couldn't support his precarious body—but when he staggered, he firmly protected the fragile paper in his hand.

In the end, like masochistic, he put the letter in his arms and read it when he had time.

After writing down the content completely, he looked at each word carefully, imagining what kind of expression the other party had when he wrote this sentence?

Like a bewildered man, the more heartbroken, the harder it is to forget.

Gently unfolding the letter paper with his slender fingers, Mu Chengan's arms in mid-air were steady, his eyes were heavy, and he fixed on the sentence——

"So, actually, I've liked you for so many years. If you see this, and you want to blame me for getting close to you deliberately, then punish me for making you late-night snacks for the rest of my life—well, lunch and dinner are fine, but breakfast is fine, Neither of us can get up."

Mu Chengan was silent for a long while, and realized that his eyes were wet again, so before the tears dripped, he hurriedly folded the letter back according to the crease, and stuffed it back into the envelope.

"Hey," he choked up softly without raising his head, "I promise."

"For the sake of fairness, I will wash the dishes well and never break a plate. Otherwise, you will punish me for three days without food, okay?"

Mu Chengan raised his head for a while and asked with a smile.

After the initial haze, the line of sight gradually fell on the face of the person on the hospital bed.

The other party's face was pale, his eyes were firmly closed, his slightly parted lips were breathing gently, Mu Chengan leaned forward, and gently held the still cold hand.

The portrait of a loved one hastily escaped from the absurd real world into a sweet dream, unwilling to wake up for a long time.

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Lying on Mu Chengan's body, Ye Luo clutched the front of his clothes tightly, sobbing like a helpless little animal, his limp hair swayed with his trembling head, rubbing the chin of the person who lowered his head and hugged him tightly, itching .

After the initial surprise, Mu Chengan pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, only his trembling arms gradually tightened, revealing that his heart was not peaceful.

The delicate kiss fell between the hair, and it wasn't until Mu Chengan opened his mouth that the other party noticed his choking: "I know, you won't forget everything so easily."

After saying this sentence with a trembling voice, he seemed to have exhausted all his energy, and all kinds of things rushed into his heart for many years, and finally he couldn't hold back, his chest heaved violently, and his crying became louder.

Ye Luo huddled in his embrace, his bones ached from the other's tight embrace, but hearing the relief in the other's voice, Ye Luo felt boundless sourness.

The tears that were finally stopped, quietly drilled out again.

The two grown men stumbled and stumbled separately, but today, many years later, they finally embraced each other tightly with open arms and shed tears.

After finally calming down, the sky was getting dark, Ye Luo wiped tears on the front of his clothes unceremoniously, Ye Luo first pursed his lips, and then let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you still remember..." In order to divert attention, Ye Luo spoke first, shrugging in his arms.

When the strength behind his back relaxed a bit, he raised his head slightly, met those red eyes, and asked softly: "On the last day, I said I would take you to a place, and wanted to tell you something?"

With flushed eyes, Mu Chengan turned his head away in embarrassment, but he turned back after a while, gently kissing away the last tear hanging from the corner of the other's eyes: "I know, I still recited it."

With a light cough, he gradually raised the corners of his lips, and his voice was gentle: "I never thought that one day, I would sit in a bookstore and write a love letter to someone I like like a junior high school student..."

Hearing the first sentence, Ye Luo still couldn't figure it out, but when he heard the second sentence, his complexion changed, and his whole body seemed to be roasted on a fire, scalding panickedly.

Ignoring the sadness and tears, he subconsciously pushed towards the chest in front of him——

History is always strikingly similar, the other side is fixed there, motionless.

Mu Chengan smiled, and embraced the struggling little guy with red ears, patted his back comfortingly, and stopped reciting.

Then the other party pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, calmed down in compromise, and rubbed a few times on the dried skirt.

In an increasingly harmonious atmosphere, Mu Chengan suddenly said, "Thank you."

"Huh?" Ye Luo buried herself in her chest and let out a doubtful sound.

"I came late and left you alone for so many years."

Loosening his embrace, Mu Chengan lightly lifted the other person's chin, lowered his head, and kissed around the wet eyes with affection: "In the future, I will love you a hundred times to compensate you."

The author has something to say:

Thank you little angels =w=

The countdown is about two or three chapters >3